[Episode 149110] [Episode 149110]It helped that she was unsure what she wanted to do with her life. While she was unsure what she desired for her future, running the house was a good way to spend the interim time.
But around the time of Ranma's arrival, her contentment sublimated like dry ice on a hot day.
She wasn't sure why it vanished. It wasn't the increased workload; they didn't increase the amount of work significantly. Cooking for five is about as difficult as cooking for three after all.
She suspected it was her father asking her to sacrifice her future. While she was happy caring for the house, she did have dreams, however fluid and nebulous, which made her chores bearable. She was just doing this until she'd decide to do something else. But to have all choice stripped away, condemning her to this was a completely different thing.
Or perhaps it was because the idea of finding someone she would want to marry was being raised, and she realized she wasn't making any progress towards the future she wanted while she wasted her time cleaning.
It hadn't been wasting time before their arrival.
Perhaps it was the taste of freedom she'd begun to feel in her dreams at night. And the questions she entertained over whether she could behave similarly in real life.
In any event, she felt trapped in her life, and threatened by a prison of marriage.
But while Ranma was related to the jail sentence, he was also her glimmer of escape. He was a possible boy-friend or even lover. She dreamed about him often, and obviously had strong, if confused, feelings for him.
He was also her guide in the dreams, leading her to be bolder. Before Ranma arrived, she'd never thought, for example, of wearing only an apron to excite a lover. Now, she thought about it; she thought about how it excited her, and how it was too risque for her to do; more's the pity. And to do it she'd need to first find a lover; more's the pity.
So with her feelings regarding Ranma in such a muddle, she was content to wait until they resolved themselves and suggested a definite course of action.
But then Ranma had come home with Akane and practically every girl in her grade. And while she was sure they weren't all after Ranma, annoying thoughts kept occurring. She never had had that many friends. While it was absurd that they all wanted him, it was likewise absurd to think none of them would want him.
While she may not want to marry Ranma, if she didn't make some decision, her chances to make decisions would fall away from her.
It was time she had her first date with Ranma, followed by the sabotaged first omiai, and possibly a second date. Maybe after her date, she'd have a better idea of what she'd want from Ranma in the future.
Meanwhile, while she was thinking this through, she was dealing with the bedding in the guest room.
At first she thought Ranma was making up his futon every morning. Upon their first arrival she had, of course made up two futons ready for their first night. The next morning, Ranma's futon was made. Making up a futon in the morning was a bit odd though. Traditionally they should have been folded away into the closet to free up the room during the day.
Genma, of course, didn't bother, as he only used the room to sleep in; Ranma only used it for sleep and homework. Gradually it occurred to Kasumi that he wasn't remaking the futon every morning, he was failing to mess it up due to sleeping intangibly.
Still, even though he never used it, he needed to be given the option to sleep as a normal person if he wished.
Since the Saotome's were going to be staying for a while, the extra guest bedding needed to be hauled out of the closet. The guest bedroom closets were not designed like western closets. From about a meter up, they looked like any westerner would expect; shelves up top with a clothes bar just under it for clothing on hangers. But down below there were two shelves running the entire area of the inside of the closet.
These were where the futons belonged when not in use, and in the back of the shelf was the area used for long term storage, like the extra bedding. It was long term because in order to get things out of it, it was necessary to crawl under the higher shelves to reach the items in the far back.
Kasumi was on her hands and knees getting the bedding when Ranma arrived home. While Kasumi's position was rather unusual, it wouldn't be considered provocative at all; all that could be seen was her skirt as she bent over.
The closet concealed the fact that her chest and shoulders were supporting her torso, as she had to use her arms to reach into the back to get the bedding bundles. Her skirt obscured that to get her back low enough to fit under the shelves, she was not only kneeling, but had her knees about a shoulder's width apart to lower her body still further. Her bottom was sticking up in the air, but this was hardly more provocative than any other time she might have had to bend over in the kitchen to pick up something. She was after all wearing a conservative housedress.
Being in his cursed form, Ranma was surprised to see Kasumi in his room, down on all fours. With her legs spread wide, and her bottom thrust into the air, Ranma received his first good look at a woman's pussy. Before he could decide whether to stay or flee, Kasumi started a conversation. "Ranma, could you... . No, I guess not. I was going to ask since you could reach through the shelf if you could help push the bedding out, but you'd pass through that as well."
Ranma was transfixed with fascination. "Oh, sorry." Due to his being half phased through the floor, with only his upper torso in the room, Kasumi's vagina was located at Ranma's chin's height. Every time he momentarily decided he shouldn't be staring at her pussy, his eyes would jerk away only to settle on her beautiful bottom, before drifting back down. "Uh, I could do that for you."
"No, thanks. Since I'm already under here, I'll finish it. Anyway, I wanted to talk with you." Kasumi hadn't intended to discuss things while positioned like that, but this way, she had an excuse not to look Ranma in the face. Besides, he'd probably see her blushing. "We need to start on our plans to deal with our parent's desires to unite the families. If we don't do anything soon, they'll claim we're stalling and might start making plans of their own."
"So how do we proceed?" He was finding it hard enough to pay attention to what she was saying. All he was capable of doing was to provide enough speech to keep the conversation going. Speaking was becoming a distraction.
She was more than a little embarrassed; not from her position, but because while she didn't know how she felt about Ranma, she couldn't deny a certain amount of lust for his body; it had featured heavily in some of her dreams and masturbatory fantasies. And Kasumi was quite aware that while she was planning to ask him out, he was standing behind her, naked.
"Well, my sisters and I decided we have to proceed by order of age. If we give them the slightest hint that we have a preference, they'll pounce on it. As the oldest sister, I'm expected to fulfill our family's obligation. Only if I can't then it's Nabiki's responsibility. So my dates and omiai should go first."
"How do we start?"
In addition to her awareness of his nudity, Ranma's curse's aura was starting to affect her. As her arousal began to build, she considered the position she was in, and Ranma's inability to touch clothes.
"We schedule my omiai and have at least one date beforehand. After the omiai we'd have the chance to say yes or no. Instead we can have as many dates as we want, before announcing we're willing to marry, but that you should repeat the process with Nabiki and Akane to see if you're better suited. After all three have been tried, we just say it was a failure, and we need to do it again."
There was no reason for Kasumi to change her position, she knew all Ranma could see was the outline of her rear through her skirt; and if he paid attention to that, it would please Kasumi to know he found her desirable. But Kasumi was suddenly aware that Ranma could, if he wanted to, reach right through her clothes and play with whatever he wanted, even take her sexually. She knew he wouldn't, but the possibility and the images associated with it were turning her on.
Meanwhile, Ranma was aware that something was occurring. While Kasumi's outer lips were slightly parted due to her position, for some reason beyond Ranma's imagination something odd was happening. Her inner lips were becoming engorged, and visible.
Ranma was sorely tempted to reach out, and touch Kasumi, both to feel those new petals, and to experience what she was feeling and feel what she wanted.
"Is there anything I have ta do to prepare for the omiai? I know it takes alot to set one up, but I don't know what needs doing."
"Well, what you really need is a female, preferably older, who can act as your representative."
"I don't know anyone like that that I could find quickly; no one local."
"Well, I've got someone in mind, then, for each of us; but you'll have to spend some time getting to know her beforehand. As long as we get them formally invited before our parents think to suggest their candidates, then we'll be fine. At the moment they're assuming they'll be allowed to speak for their own families, so they haven't even considered looking for a spokesman."
"Ok. Can you introduce me to her? How soon do we have the omiai anyway?"
Kasumi realized she was after the wrong bundle, and had to shift her position. Rather than exit and re-enter the closet, she "walked" sideways while otherwise maintaining her body's orientation. She walked on her knees, and was forced to keep her knees as far apart as possible to avoid banging her back in the shelf above her. She might have had an easier time just lying on the floor, but that would have been somehow inappropriate.
Her sideways walk caused all sorts of movement within Ranma's view as buttocks and other muscles flexed and relaxed, somewhat shocking him out of his daze. The movement also caused Kasumi some mildly pleasurable sensations as her shifting positions indirectly stimulated her clitoris, which was becoming sensitive due to her increasing arousal. After her sideways amble, she had to make a half dozen short forward steps to get her torso as far forward as possible. Each step required her to lift each knee in rapid sequence, move it forward slightly, and raise the other one. She did it without thinking about it, but it caused her bottom to sway back and forth enticingly for Ranma.
"Well, I planned to let the process drag on. Just renting a hall for it should have taken weeks. But daddy has somehow reserved a place for next Saturday. I think he called in some favors. But I think they're assuming everything will work out on the first omiai, so I doubt they'll be able to rush through all the other omiai; just mine. Can you spare a school day to get to know your advocate?"
"Sure. Friday would be better. I guess they think we can't concentrate on Fridays 'cause they usually spend most of the day on review material."
"I'll see if she's free. Make sure you're home for dinner tonight so you can meet our advocate."
Once she had grasped the package, she started to back up when she realized what her bottom must have looked like to Ranma's gaze when she shimmied forward. While she wouldn't become anxious over someone seeing her clothed bottom, it was another thing to shimmy it back and forth in front of them. On an impulse she decided to disregard propriety, and use her need to back up as an excuse for intentionally shaking her bottom in front of Ranma as enticingly as she could.
Ranma was highly aroused by what he thought was an accidental display on Kasumi's part. It never could have occurred to him that she might have been doing it on purpose to elicit a response from him.
Kasumi knew she was having an effect on him by the way he stopped speaking all together; just to watch her. She slowly climbed out, picked up the package, and turned to face the direction of Ranma's voice.
Once she had finally stood up, and her pussy was no longer quite so visible, Ranma felt a sense of regret; as if he had just missed an opportunity through inaction; even though he had little clue what he could have done. But at the moment of regret, her breasts came into view.
Ostensibly she was holding the bedding in front of her, but it did nothing to conceal her bosom from his gaze. Ranma swallowed noisily, and unable to move his attention from her nipples, asked, "So, what else do I gotta do?
Kasumi's voice unintentionally dropped lower. "Ask me out."
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