"Passing up a chance to abuse Ranma? You must have a headache," Nabiki said
"I don't abuse him!" Akane defended herself, even as she went from massaging her temples to pushing against them. "I try and correct the idiot."
"And you never learn that he never learns. ...Or, rather, he has learned; since her could walk on a training trip." Nabiki had stood erect behind the pigtailed girl, now. She folded her arms under a set of breasts that rivaled Ranma's. She spoke not as herself, but imitated another well know person, "Ranma, the lessons I give you are harsh and, you might think, cruel. But I do it for your own benefit: The Arts is a Demanding, Selfish Mistress: A True Martial Artist must be prepared to lay down his life! Expect an opponent to give no quarter; give yourself none! Become inured to pain and hardship: What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger!
"Only a Man Among Men is acceptable to The Mistress: Suck it up; don't be a girl!!"
"Oh, my, that does sound like Mr. Saotome."
"That's not abuse!" Ranma spun 'his' bare butt around on the shower stool, 'his' buck naked body ready to spring like a taut coil. "That's trainin'!"
"Ranma's right, Nabiki!" Akane stormed into the furoroom, her softness shaking with emotion. "Mr. Saotome had to push Ranma to his limits! I wish, sometimes, DAD had done that to me!"
"Birds of a feather, huh? It makes sense. It all makes sense, now."
"What's THAT supposed to mean!?!" both said at the same time.
"Just a little amateur psychology," the copper-haired sister said, putting her hands behind her head, her breasts flattening to a B cup. She looked away, making a whistling shape with her lips.
"Don't give me that look!" Akane was furious. "I don't want to be abused! I hate it: HATE it! I can't stand the strong picking on the weak!"
"Me, too! That's what martial arts is good for!" Ranma rose up to stand nude shoulder to nude shoulder with the fighting sister, their proud chests out.
“I never said you two aren’t righteous. You do want peace and harmony…for others. But let me leave you with this cryptic remark: Kata-s.
“-Kasumi?" Nabiki said, only "casually" glancing at the two. "You're the judge."
"Oh, my," the eldest sighed. Putting down the napkins on the washer, she reluctantly shuffled to where the others were. She was holding everything so tightly in, hardly anything moved on her that wasn't supposed to. She at last stopped, her hands near her vulva. "Oh, my. Akane has a rash, too."
"What!??" she cried, slapping her hand to her upper chest.
"Don't worry, Akane," Kasumi smiled. "It isn't as bad as Ranma's. Don't scratch."
"And look how puffy and apart their labials are. I see pink."
"I would say Ranma's is more reddish," Kasumi said.
"Is that supposed to mean I'm turned on as a girl!?!" Ranma demanded. "You sounded like Pop, before. ' You sayin' I'd actually WANT that blow-hard, ignorant 'sensei'!?!!"
"Oh, my!! That's incest." At the word Kasumi blushed...or was she beginning to flush?
"I'm not saying that, at all. You really would have to be a sick pervert to want Genma Saotome."
"What does that say about Mrs. Saotome?" Kasumi wondered.
"Then what are you implying, Nabiki?!" Akane demanded.
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