New Days: A Helping Hand... [Episode 14729]

Akane's face was entirely red, up to her ears.  Still, it was out of question she'd let Nabiki steal her fiancé... err... let that pervert Ranma have his ways with her poor sister.

So, if this meant putting a show of getting intimate with his hot, hunky body... err... enduring his perverted touch for a short while, then...

"I'll do it."

Ranma opened an eye, the other still tightly shut in expectation of the mallet-bashing he thought was coming.

"You... you sure about that, Akane?"

"Yeah!" she barked, grabbing Ranma's hand and pulling him away from the living room, where prying ears could have eavesdropped their exchange.  "Don't you get any idea, Ranma, I'm doing this only to save my sister of a fate worse than death!  And you'd better not try to take advantage of this!"

"Geez... thanks a lot, Akane."

Arriving upstairs, Akane blushed anew and asked: "So... how are we gonna pull this out?"

"Well..." Ranma looked around, setting his plan in motion.  "We'd be best in Nabiki's bedroom... nobody will dare enter there except her.  I'll put a note on the door saying she'll sue anybody who intrude."

Akane sighed.  Doing 'it' in Nabiki's room would only hint further her sister that it was a set-up.  Ranma was obviously hoping that Nabiki would react over-emotionally at surprising them, and won't be thinking straight.  She may do this because of the love charm, but that was nothing certain.

"And how are you going to make sure Nabiki burst in?"

"I'll just tell her I want to talk to her, and that she should join me in her room in five minutes.  I'm pretty sure she'll do anything I ask in her current state."

Akane rubbed her forehead.  This was just doomed to failure; she knew it.  So many things could go wrong... why did she agree to this madness, already?

But Ranma had already rushed downstairs, to find his 'future bride' with his mother and give her the message.  Shoulders sagging, Akane walked into Nabiki's lair.

Shortly after, Ranma was back and closing the door behind him.  "She'll be here soon, we'd better get ready..."

"Okay... hu... what first?" whispered Akane, looking intently at the floor, face flustered.

Ranma swallowed a hard lump.  Now he started to realize this might not be as easy as he imagined.

"Err... we must make this look good... we shall undress."

Akane's fists reflexively closed.  Still, she nodded, and started unbuttoning her jacket.

"You'd better not watch..." she warned.

"Don’t worry, it's not like I want to see your unsexy bod...."

Akane growled in the back of her throat.  She lifted her head to glare at Ranma, but immediately faltered at the sight of him taking off his shirt and muscle T, baring his muscular back.  Blushing again, she looked back downward, and started to work on her skirt.

Ranma, just keeping his boxer shorts, turned around and immediately looked away when he got a glance of Akane clad in her panties, bra and socks.  She was fidgeting embarrassedly, standing in the middle of the room.

"Let's... go to the bed..." he said in a strained voice.

Akane mumbled something that must have been an agreement, since she did as told and kneeled on the bed.  Ranma also kneeled, facing her but looking obstinately above her hair.  Akane was keeping her head lowered, and her eyes closed.  When she opened them, she realized with dismay her gaze was falling on his underwear-covered crotch, and she promptly looked away.  She hoped the slight bulge she'd barely noticed was not what she thought.

"Ahem... since it's supposed to look good when Nabiki will find us... what should we do?" nervously asked Akane, looking at his face from the corner of the eyes.

"Err... maybe.... kissing." croaked Ranma, the last word barely audible.