No!
Ranma winced slightly and turned away from the lovely image of moistened femininity that was receptively standing in front of him ready to fulfill even his most perverse of fantasies.
He wouldn't do it. He couldn't do it. He didn't care if he owned her in the eyes of this sick subterranean society, he didn't even care if it was what she wanted. He could not use this girl as some kind of... personal sex aid! She was a person, damn it! A strange one but still a person. He couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it! To do so would be spitting in the face of everything he had ever felt or done to try and maintain his own image, his own independence! If he treated her like a fuck toy, he'd be nothing more than a hypocrite, no better than his worthless sack of meat father!
Part of him even wondered if this sweet, obedient little love slave is basically what everyone wanted of him back in Nermia. Sure, they didn't want him to be a good little happy female fuck toy, well besides Kuno, and he didn't count... but they wanted him to be an obedient and selfless little whore who didn't have a will of his own.
They all wanted him to obediently put up with their shit and do what he was told. His father wanted him to marry Akane, take over the dojo, and support those worthless old men for the rest of his life. His mother wanted him to be man among men, something he'd have had no problem with had her definition of manly didn't mean he had to fuck every wet hole in the eastern hemisphere, and if the price for not doing so was death. Then you have those psychotic Amazons who wanted him to become their little emasculated house slave. Hell, even Ukyo was a pain, because while she wasn't as nuts as the others, she still lived in her own delusional dream world.
He snorted.
Then you have fucking Nabiki. The once or twice he'd had the misfortune to being engaged to her, she'd sold him to the others. Sold him like a whore. He actually wished the vile, conniving little bitch was here. She was a vile, black hearted excuse for a human being who's greedy, rotten soul was probably beyond redemption. She'd fit right in down here, and once she was properly disciplined, properly shown her place, he bet she'd be a damned useful.
If it was Nabiki in Rei's place, he didn't think he could stop himself from fucking her raw, he didn't think he'd want to. She'd deserve it. The little bitch deserved to be used like the little cunt she was. He'd pay he back in spades for all she'd done to him, and there was no one here to protect her from his wrath.
He steeled his nerves. That was right. Saotome Ranma was no ones whore, no ones slave, and he wasn't going to treat a girl who's only crime was having an old man worse than his like one. Even if she thought differently.
Ranma took a deep breath and glanced back to Rei, trying to ignore his own sexual attraction and not look at her angelic physical form. He'd have to phrase this delicately.
“Thank you Rei,” he began, “You have served me very well today. You've... ah... scrubbed my back really good, and... I like what you've done with my hair,” Ranma commented. Really he was glad to be rid of that stupid braid “And your explanation of mana real useful.”
Rei smiled widely and bowed deeply. “I live to serve, Master.”
Ranma paused for a moment, in thought, wondering if his idea was proper, then dismissed that thought. Since when had he been proper anyways.
Absently he summoned a small handful of gold coins to his hand and held them out to her. “Because you served me so well, I have a reward for you. Hold out your hands, okay?”
Rei paused in surprise and slowly, gingerly held out her hands to accept her master's reward. Ranma gently cupped the bottom of her hands with his own while placed the gold into her
Once the gold was hers, Rei's eyes widened in shock. While it was not uncommon for especially magnanimous masters to reward their slaves good service with gifts or pocket change that they could spend on themselves, such masters would usually give their slave a small trinket or a couple gold coins. Her master on the other hand had seen fit to gift her with at least twenty gold. She would not know exactly, as it would be terribly disrespectful to count the money in the presence of her master.
Holding back back tears of joy, Rei looked up to her master and smiled with joy. “Thank... thank you, Master... ”
Ranma smiled and scratched the back of his head. Rei had a smile that was a lot prettier than Akane's could ever be, and Akane's smile was one of her few good features. It didn't hurt that the girl had a better figure and wasn't violent. She also might have very well saved his life with that shield, which he really owed her for. Yeah, she was definatly a lot cuter than Akane could ever dream of being.
“Oh yeah, I forgot...” Ranma muttered. “That shield you cast...”
“It was... it was just my duty, master,” Rei said with a blush.
“I know,” Ranma replied, “But you did watch my back there.”
Ranma summoned a small pouch of gold and added it to the small handful.
Rei's jaw went slack as she felt the weight of the bag. More than once she'd been sent by her father to do tasks so she knew well that this was a comfortable sum. Her master was generous. Very generous, and seemingly far more... beneficent than she could have ever imagined. She was simply at a loss for words.
“Master, I... I...”
Ranma smiled. “Just teach me that shield spell, okay?”
“Y.. yes, Master!” she managed to choke out.
Ranma smiled and walked out, snatching his robe as he left, leaving Rei standing blankly in the middle of the bathroom. As soon as he had left, Rei dropped to he knees and began to anxiously count her gift.
She all but cooed in joy. In totally, it was 23 gold for her good service in the bath and another 115 for casting the shield on him. She truly had a kind master! With this kind of money she could get herself something nice, something for herself that was all hers and she could enjoy!
She smiled and placed the money into the small pouch, glowing with happiness. With this kind of money, she could buy herself a nice warm robe and slippers or a small notebook in which to write her poetry!
As she stood, she looking back to the door and felt her heart steel with conviction. She was obedient, but now she felt something else coming to her heart, something rarely felt in the underworld.
Loyalty.
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