Herb looked down at her soaked chest, before she smirked. “What’s the problem? You act like you’ve never seen them before.”
“Could you go change?” sighed Ranma, his beet-red face now looking up at the ceiling.
“Ah,” waved off the Princess. “You’re just bitter cause mine are bigger.”
“WHAT?” yelled Ranma, facing her.
“Come on,” said Herb. “I mean it isn’t like you don’t have your own, so I know you can’t be that embarrassed by them.”
“I remember a certain person who kept messing up every time I flashed them,” said Ranma.
Herb waved it off. “Whatever; stop being jealous mine are better.”
“Just go change,” growled Ranma.
Herb smirked as she rose unsteadily from her seat, stumbling over to the clothes Mrs. Saotome had bought with her. Most of it was nothing more than formal wear—even as a Princess, she still wanted to be dressed regally—and clothes meant more to entice a lover to bed—she was nowhere near drunk enough to want to do ‘that’ with Ranma, either male or female.
But impatience grew as she struggled to find something to wear, finding only dresses, gowns and lingerie. “Screw it,” she muttered, heading over to Ranma’s bags, and yanking a shirt out of there, as well as a new bottle of alcohol—the stuff wasn’t as bad as she had heard.
Ranma could only watch as the Dragon Princess removed the wet gown she had been wearing, as well as the bra that had soaked up some of the spilled drink. He found himself stuck staring as she flexed her body slightly, standing only in her underwear—something he had to guess came from his mother’s insistence more than desire, given what it looked like.
He could only stare as she struggled to put the shirt on in her drunken state, even as a slight sheen of the spilled drink added to draw his attention to her chest. And it was creating a certain reaction, even knowing that the body he was looking at had once been a man.
Not drunk enough, he thought, tearing his vision away from the topless and struggling Princess, as he focused on his empty glass, refilling both it and Herb’s. I am nowhere near drunk enough to be dealing with this shit.
“Damn that was hard,” said Herb, now dressed in his larger shirt, which barely covered her rear, as she returned to the table and sat down. “Now where were we?”
Ranma blinked for a bit. He was relatively certain they were discussing something. “Something about ... bigger? Better?”
Herb looked around. “Bigger bottle?”
“That’s it,” snapped Ranma. “We need a bigger bottle of the better stuff.”
Herb smiled as she held something up. “Don’t know if its better, but it is bigger.”
Ranma nodded. “Um ... weren’t we telling stories about something?”
Herb paused for a bit, emptying her glass before she opened the new bottle. “Trips ... adventures ... freedom?”
Ranma struggled to remember what he had been talking about, but his mind kept drawing up the image of Herb’s form with the shirt. “Not a clue.”
“I do have one question, though,” said Herb. “What the hell is the deal with you and that cursed pig? Half the time, I couldn’t tell if he was trying to kill you or help you.”
“Oh that,” said Ranma. “Well, funny story...”
“Nabiki, a few words with you in private, if we may?”
Nabiki tried to show no fear as Nodoka said those words. After all, with Kasumi’s aid, she would most likely end up agreeing to anything the woman might say.
“Now you girls play nice,” said Nodoka as she looked at the girls. “I don’t care which of you start it, but I will not tolerate any more abuses.”
“Yes, Auntie,” quietly said the girls.
Once they were outside, their faces grew slightly emotionless. “Now Nabiki,” said Nodoka, “I want to discuss your behavior with my son.”
“Yes?” she replied, as innocently as she could.
“Well, Nabiki,” said Kasumi, blushing a bit, “we had no idea you felt so strongly for Ranma-kun.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well,” paused Kasumi, before she pulled a box out from behind her.
Nabiki paled.
“Kasumi was kind enough to show me the toys you had purchased,” said Nodoka.
It wasn’t the toys inside the box that made Nabiki feel worry, but what was also stored inside the box; namely pictures of a certain gender-changing pigtailed boy. She kept them hidden there because it was the one place Sasuke or Happosai would never look for them. She did have some of Akane, which she kept with a few low-level shots of Ranma to keep them off the track. After all, the ones in the box were the real money makers, sold to both girls and guys (depending on which one wanted what). After all, Kuno wasn’t the only one who saw Ranma as a fantasy.
That meant both women had seen not only the toys in there, but the private photo stash as well. So they would undoubtedly be thinking...
“Don’t worry, Nabiki-chan,” said Kasumi. “I’m sure Ranma-kun will understand that you’ve been making trouble for him because you were uncertain of your own urges.”
Yes, it really was as bad as she thought.
“But we will expect you to help the other girls purchase the needed toys,” said Nodoka. “After all, as the girl after my son with the most experience with this, you’ll need to help them out. It is only fitting.”
She wanted to die at that moment.
“Nabiki, what type of collar should I buy?” asked Kasumi. “I don’t know which would work best or not leave marks.”
She would get Ranma for this.
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