Faking It: Now, to Get Mom into the Fun... [Episode 192619]

“Well, I think there is only one way to convince mom that I’m truly manly....” Ranma-chan answered as they walked down the stairs.

“Which is?” Ryōga inquired.

“To show her, firsthand.” the redhead flatly said.

There was a pregnant pause.  Ryōga blink-blinked in confusion, until realization crashed hard on his skull.  The Hibiki boy felt an icy wind blowing around him.

“Wha... Ranma... you don’t... you can’t be serious?!” he stuttered in shock.  Which turned into horror when he noticed that the pigtailed girl was heading straight toward the bathroom.

“RANMA!!” he yelled.  “You don’t think seriously about—”

“And what other choice do I have?  You’ve heard her.  She won’t admit that I am a real man until I give a serious demonstration.”

“But you don’t have to... to....” Ryōga stuttered, flushing red.

“To what?  Say it!  Can’t you even use the word?” Ranma mocked.

“To... to FUCK our mother for that!” the Lost Boy finally articulated.

“Oh yes, I have.  I doubt anything less will break through her wall of denial.”

“But you can’t do that!  That’s way too wrong!” Ryōga argued.

“Oh?  More so than our little games as Yoiko and ‘Oniichan’?”

“That... that’s not the same thing!”

“Really?” Ranma mouthed, glancing at her brother with half-lid eyes.

“Yes!  For one, we didn’t know about... we didn’t know that we were half-siblings!  We thought we were just role-playing, not doing the really thing.”

“Oh yeeeeaaah?”  Ranma stopped just before the door of the bathroom to turn fully toward Ryōga.  She put her hands on her hips and grinned impishly.  “So... are you saying... that now that we’re aware of it... you’re going to stop?”

Ryōga froze, as if the thought hadn’t downed on him yet.  He looked down at Ranma-chan... Ranma-chan, still clad in the “Yoiko” disguise which he had so much fun peeling off from her body earlier... Ranma-chan, who was so cute in the girly clothes, with the twin pigtails and black-and-yellow bow in her red hair... Ranma-chan, whose bountiful chest was heaving under her sperm-stained sweatshirt with each intake of breath... Ranma-chan, who was looking so darn sexy without even trying, as usual....

“Huuu...” Ryōga squeaked, mouth trembling.  Eyes unable to focus on her face and avoiding the rest of her enticing shape, he turned away.  “Y-yes!  I won’t... I will never... do that again....” Ryōga managed to utter with great difficulties, as if it was the hardest thing he’d said in his life.

Ranma snorted.  “Yeah, right.  I so much believe you.” she said, looking down at the tell-tale bulge in her brother’s pants.  For all his noble martial artist façade, Ryōga was the biggest horndog she’d ever met (and fuck).  She was even ready to admit he was worse than her own male side, usual competitiveness be damned.  She had no illusion that today could really be the last time she’d spread her legs for him.

The pigtailed girl shrugged and turned around.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, big brother, I gotta take a shower.” she concluded while opening the door to the bathroom.

“RANMA!” Ryōga bellowed, following her in the anteroom of the bath.  “I told you already, I can’t let you do that!” he asserted.  But the redhead was ignoring him.  “Ranma, I’m warning you— ack!”  Ryōga then blushed as Ranma-chan began stripping, not paying any attention to him.  Sure, he’d seen her in the nude plenty of times, but unfortunately those times involved lots of hot and dirty sex, and his body responded to the memories.

Casually tossing the Yoiko-disguise in the hamper, Ranma faced Ryōga again, clad only in her underwear.  “So, what are you gonna do?  Fight me, tie me up, and then lock me in some cell, as to protect your mother’s virtue?”

Ryōga steeled himself, fighting against the blood rushing to his nose and to his loins.  “If it has to come to this, then... YES!  I’ll do whatever it takes to stop you!”

“Oh, okay.  Have it your way, then.” Ranma answered with misleading detachment.  Looking unconcerned, she just walked toward the nearby sink... and before Ryōga could react, she opened the cold water tap and put a hand beneath it.  The stream of liquid splashed around, but most of it was skillfully directed toward the Lost Boy, who yelped in surprise and roared in rage.

“BWEEEEEE!!!”

These, of course, turned into oinks of frustration as the world grew much bigger around him and he ended entangled within his own clothes.  Ranma-chan, uncaring of her own wet state, acted quickly and grabbed Ryōga’s shirt with the still-struggling piglet inside.  Then, she unceremoniously stuffed the cursed boy in a cabinet of the bathroom.

“Sorry, ‘Niichan, but it is my head which is at stake here.  I gotta clear this up once and for all with my mom, or she’ll just never let me live this out.  So, you’ll be a nice little porker and wait here until we have finished.”

P-chan just bwee-ed in indignation and slammed against the door as Ranma closed it.  The redhead then secured the locker by wedging the shaft of a broom between the handles.

Sure, this was a dirty trick, but Ranma felt she had no choice on the matter.  It wasn’t that the Saotome heir was any afraid she couldn’t win against Ryōga in a fair fight... but it certainly would never be an easy duel, and even less likely a quick one.  With a good chance of bringing the house down on their heads, to boot.  Which certainly would upset their mom and ruin what Ranma had planned.

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Nodoka was pacing nervously in the bedroom.  Truth to tell, she wasn’t any enthusiastic from the idea of proceeding with the seppuku ceremony... but after finding out Ranma’s dishonorable and unmanly conduct... she could’t see any other way to redeem her family honor.

And yet... yet, she wanted so much for her younger son to live.  She loved him dearly, and after staying separated from Ranma so long, she really wanted to get to know him better... to catch up with the lost time.  But because of this terrible promise he and his father had made twelve years ago, they were doomed to be separated again... this time definitely.

(It should be noted that, at no time during her musings, Nodoka ever considered Genma’s fate along with Ranma.  Even though the promise concerned the both of them, and that losing her son to seppuku would mean losing her husband too, the thought of saving the Saotome patriarch along with Ranma never grazed her mind.  It wasn’t that she wanted him dead... rather, it simply didn’t occurr to her.)

She straightened when some horribly tempting idea surfaced.  Maybe... maybe she could declare the whole Saotome family dead after beheading Genma... and then, then... adopt “Yoiko” as a full member of the Hibiki family?  “Ranma Saotome” could be considered having followed up on his promise if he never reappeared again... but the pledge never concerned Ryōga’s innocent little sister, right?

Of course, those two would have to stop their incestuous relationship... and Yoiko would need to be educated as befitting for a proper young lady....

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A few minutes later, a fully male Ranma exited the bathroom.  A towel was wrapped around his hips, as he didn’t bother with any other clothing.  For what he had in mind, it would only be a hindrance.

He quickly climbed up the stairs, hoping his mother wouldn’t have wandered away (like, to fetch the Saotome family blade).  Hopefully, she didn’t bring the sword along when in “Nodoka Hibiki” mode.  And the bedroom was the best place to lay... his plan.

Opening the door, he was satisfied to find her still here, obviously lost in deep thought.

“Mom, we gotta talk....”
“Ranma, we have to talk....”

They had talked simultaneously, which provoked a short pause.  As Nodoka turned around, she noticed that her son was nude save for the towel, which brought a blush to her cheeks.  She was glad he was back to a male form for discussing things related to his manly status, but why didn’t he got dressed?

Ranma took advantage of his mother’s hesitancy to begin.

“Okay, mom.  I guess you haven’t changed your mind about the whole seppuku contract, right?  You’re still dead-set on making me and Oyaji commit ritual suicide, since you find me unmanly....”

“Of course, Ranma.  This is a matter of honor.  But there might be a solution—” Nodoka retorted, but was cut short.

“On the other hand, if I can convince you that I’m not gay... that I’m manly, manlier that you can imagine....”

“Ranma-chan, after what I’ve seen you do with Ryōga, I don’t see what could convince me any more....”

“But I already explained you, mom!  What I’ve been doing with Ryōga doesn’t count, and it actually makes me MORE manly than any other guy when I turn back into my male side.  I know exactly what it feels like to be a girl, hence I can make any woman turn into putty with just a little touching and caresses....”

“Ranma, such boasting is unseemly of you.  Trying to weasel out of the seppuku pledge with this ridiculous argument—”

“I ain’t boasting, mom!  Nor I’m trying to weasel out; just to show you that you’re wrong.  But since you don’t believe me, I can prove it!”

Nodoka sighed in exasperation and glared defiantly at Ranma.  “How so?”

“Easy.” Ranma answered.  Then he licked his lips, bracing himself for the bomb he was about to drop.  “You take off your clothes, I sex you up a little bit, and if I can get you excited enough... then, you can judge whether I’m really manly or not.”

Nodoka opened her mouth in shock and reflexively stepped back.  A hand going to her chest, she found herself breathless for a while after Ranma’s astounding declaration.

“R-RANMA!  You can’t be thinking of such things!  I’m your mother!  This is wrong, we can’t—”

“Well, given that it’s my neck... and belly which are at stake here, you could consider giving me at least one chance to save them.  That’s only fair!”

“But we CAN’T!  This would be incest....”

“Like with me and Ryōga?  Well, as you had seen, it wouldn’t be anything really new for me....” Ranma dismissed, before thinking: ‘Except not in my male form, and not with my mother... that’s it, I’m definitively a big pervert.’

“But I don’t want to—” she protested, to be interrupted again.

“That’s precisely the point.”

“What?” Nodoka whispered, taken aback.  Ranma stepped closer, and she shivered as she felt his manly presence entering her personal space.

“You don’t want to... you have no real intention to indulge into taboo sex with your son, right, mom?  Then, if I can... if I can turn you on so much... make you actually want me... make you beg for me to take you... then, I guess this would definitely prove that I’m manly... manly enough to seduce my own mother.  What better evidence of manliness would you want, mom?  Think about it... wouldn’t that be the perfect, definite proof?”

Nodoka blushed, feeling weak at the knees.  Her hunky, beefy, sexy martial artist of a son was towering above her, his nude and chiseled chest fully exposed to her gaze.  He was so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face.  Since he was clad only in a towel, she didn’t dare looking down in fear of discovering the bulge of an actual erection... an erection induced by the very woman who gave birth to him.