[Episode 188144] [Episode 188144]A pregnant pause fell over the room as Ranma stared blankly into the mirror and Rei stared blankly at her master. Usually, Rei wouldn't have said anything. She was a well trained and obedient slave who knew better than to speak when not spoken to, and to always obey her master no matter how strange and unnatural his requests may be. On the same note, honesty apparently pleased her master. He hadn't only given her leave, if not outright ordered her to be honest and forthright with him, but had promised to not punish her for her honesty. Of course, as she was only his slave he could change his mind at any time. Still, as he was master and she was slave, and she would dutifully follow his instructions and speak freely until told otherwise.
“Master,” she slowly began, “Are you alright?”
“Rei, do you have any idea why are my eyes are purple!?” Ranma exclaimed.
Rei blinked. She remembered looking over him very closely when he had bought her. While it was not her place to judge, she naturally hoped that her master would be at least physically appealing, and hers was very much so. She had been quite satisfied, and almost relieved when she realized her owner was an attractive, young looking master. It was so much easier to please a master that you find physically desirable.
“You have had purple eyes as long as I have known you, Master,” Rei stated calmly. “What color should they be?”
“Blue,” Ranma stated.
Rei paused. Blue eyes turning purple. Purple is the color that comes from the mixing of red and blue...
She nodded. That must be it. “Your eyes are turning red, Master.”
“RED?!” Ranma exclaimed, standing up like a rod. “Why the hell would my eyes be turning red?!”
Rei bit her lip slightly. As a slave trained to serve members of only the highest levels of Underworld society, she was far more educated in the way of things than your average peon. She had been taught art, literature, dance, music, as well as magic to prepare her. Most Underworlders knew that people's eyes tended to go red in the underworld. Because of her knowledge of basic magic, she knew why.
“Would you like for me to explain, Master?” she asked calmly.
“YES!” Ranma exclaimed.
Rei took a deep breath, thinking back to her limited magical training. “It is a simple meta-magical side effect of exposure to raw mana. As time progresses, one's body will begin to change to match ones character. Low exposure will cause changes over a long period of time, Master. This is why, for example, in the underworld there is a propensity for red eyes. The general karmic character in the Underworld tends to be negative and low exposure over time tends to cause minor changes in physical colorings and characteristics. For example, albinism is far more common in the Underworlds than it is above.”
“Over time?!” Ranma stammered, “I've only been in the Underworld for a couple weeks.”
Rei nodded. Well, that proved one of Milly's absent suspicions. “You're a Dungeon Keeper, Master.”
“What does that have to do with anything?!”
“Mana is the fuel of magic, Master. It is why, for example, many of the most powerful wizards and warlocks begin to 'glow', or why families with long histories of practicing one field of magic will begin to show minor hereditary mutations that are related to their field. The mana they are exposed to 'changes' them.” she explained.
“But I'm not a mage or nothing!”
“As I said, you are a Dungeon Keeper, Master.” Rei repeated.
“What does that have to do with anything?!”
Rei actually scowled, if only for a moment before catching herself. She did not want to be punished for showing cheek with her master, but she was annoyed. It was not at her master, though. She was an obedient slave, and all that she was belonged to him. Her body existed but for his pleasure, her mind focused only on serving his needs, and even her womb was but a fallow field awaiting his seed, should he ever decided to have an heir, and grace her with the boundless honor and privilege of giving life to his offspring.
No, her frustration was at her master's so called 'Mentor', the obnoxious spirit who directed his actions but told him nothing of the mechanics of how the Underworld truly functioned. She understood that her master required instruction, as he was inexperienced, but the Mentor seemed to tell and never explain.
“Your Dungeon Heart is a magical construct that at its core, is essentially a mana-siphon, Master.” She stated, “It draws raw mana from the Earth, concentrates it, and uses it to power your magics, maintain your dungeon, and sustain your life.”
“So you're telling me that my Dungeon Heart is why my eyes are changing?” Ranma blanched.
“Yes, Master ” she restated, “But this if you have only been a Keeper for a few weeks then I am confused. According to what I have been taught, while Dungeon Keepers absorb a great deal more mana than your average individual, changes even as minor as a change of eye color are gradual, usually taking many months if not years to occur. The only exception to this I can think of are those who actually bathe in mana, allowing the power to directly empower and mutate them.” she paused. “Such individuals often show drastic physical change and mutation as directed by their personality and 'karma'.”
Ranma blinked as an uncomfortable feeling creped up his spine. “What do you mean, 'bathe' in it?”
“Literally that, they will find a mana vault or some other well-spring of raw mana and stand directly in the energy.”
Ranma gulped slightly. “My Dungeon Heart is like one of those, right?”
“Yes, Master. From what I was taught, some Keepers use their Dungeon Hearts to trigger such physical changes in themselves.”
Ranma's head began to swim. When her first became a keeper, he basically was pumping the entire output of the thing into himself, and even up to this point, he was still tapping it to keep himself powered up a bit... slowly it warned on him. Drastic physical change. The very idea that this power could be... changing him, mutating him... the very idea made his blood freeze in his veins. He'd been feeling a bit different, but he'd assumed that was just him getting used to the new laws of reality. If the 'mana' he'd been drawing was enough to change his eyes, what had it done to the rest of him?!
In a flash, Ranma stood up and rushed to the wall mirror on the side of the room. He was never one to pay attention to his looks, but had to see what he looked like. He had to see what it had done to him!
As he looked at the mirror, Ranma was not greeted by the same person he had always known before. It was frightening, but his appearance was both familiar and at the same time, alien. He didn't know how he'd missed it, but there had been some drastic changes.
First of all, he looked older. Before he had looked his 17 years, still had some baby fat around the face, still had some growing to do... now though, now he looked to be less 17 and more 25. He looked like an adult. His face was shaper and more adult, his body was stronger and more defined, and he seemed to be taller too. There were other changes too, besides his eyes. He was paler, though that could be just because of his lack of sun, but he also swore that his hair was even blacker than before, if such a thing was possible. The most striking and at the same time, embarrassing change though, was a bit farther... south.
His dick was fucking enormous! Before he would have said that he was at least rather decently sized, though he knew from looking at his father's porn when he was younger that Japanese guys weren't quite as blessed in the underpants department as say, white guys, and that was to say nothing of black guys who seemed to have trunks in their trunks, but this... this was something else! Because of having to share his space with a hot naked girl, Little Ranma had been standing at attention the whole time he'd been in the bath, despite his best efforts. But now... it was huge! Off the top of his head he'd have to say somewhere around 30 centimeters. It was like a third leg!
He snorted.
No wonder The Tailor had made a horse joke! He was sure as hell hung like one!
Ranma could only laugh. This was totally ridiculous. In a couple weeks he'd gone from a teenager, abet one in peek physical condition, to a tall, strong, and mature looking man who had a goddamn yari in his slacks!
Ranma just stood in place, looking blankly at himself and chucking, still trying to come to terms with his changes. Behind him, Rei rose from the tub and walked over, totally unaware or unconcerned with her own nudity.
“Is everything alright, Master,” she asked.
“Yeah, Rei,” Ranma stammered, “I'm just fine... its just... I've changed a lot.”
Rei blinked. “What did you look like before?”
“Well,” Ranma began, still blown away by what had happened to his body, “I was younger, shorter, and I was...” he blushed slightly, “A lot... errr... less... down... there...”
Rei nodded and for a moment, contemplated a thought. He said honesty, pleased him, but how honest should she be? She paused. Honest was honest, she guessed. She smiled up at her master. “I like you this way, Master.”
Ranma blushed and turned to her. “Thanks Rei, I...”
Ranma trailed off as he looked down at her. While he'd seen her naked before, he'd been uncomfortable with her, afraid of offending her, using her, or just uncomfortable in his skin. Now, now it was different.
He knew her a bit better, and she'd helped him understand what was happening to him. He felt he owed her for that... in addition, he knew on a level that he owned her. She was his to do with what he will. With that in mind, he couldn't help but just drink in her lithe, young body.
He pale, moisten skin seemed to glow under the torch light. The suds from the bath seemed to cover only enough to tantalize but not to conceal, while the shine of her wet skin enunciate her perfect curves. Her pale nipples were standing erect, capping soft, round breasts that were just perfectly sized for a mouthful. Between her legs there was a delicate triangle of shining hair that just seemed to direct ones attention just a little south, to the perfect slit between her legs and the glories that could be found within. Even looking her in the face was no relief as her short hair framed her lovely face perfectly, bringing attention to her pouty lips and her exotic red bedroom eyes that just seemed to call to him, telling him to do what ever he wished with her...
Ranma gulped. He even knew that between his newly enlarged little buddy, and the fact that owing to the fact that he had one half the time, he knew the female body better than any man alive, he could have her writhing.
The idea of this girl, this lovable little love slave, doing what ever he wanted as he screwed her raw... Morton had been right! This simple fact, combined with his own years of sexual tension, touched a darker part of his psyche. As much as it reviled the idea, it made his pecker twitch in anticipation.
He could do what ever the hell he wanted with her, use her to sate his own pleasure, and not only would she not hate him, but she'd love him for it. She'd even see it as a reward for serving him well, and he did have to admit, her explanation had been a service...
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