[Episode 196630] [Episode 196630]However, as the sun began to paint the sky the rose color of dawn, he found that his dislike of getting up was increased right then. Normally, he had to drag himself out of his bedroll, but right now he didn't even think that he could manage that right then. For once, the chill of the morning was chased away by a comforting warmth that he just wanted to snuggle into. Whatever was causing was bigger than him, at least in body length, and had cushioning against his chest that was just firm enough to give him support as he leaned into it. Hell, there was even a wonderfully sweet scent coming from his bed warmer, and he kept his eyes closed as he drew it into his nostrils. And as his hands smoothed over the satiny curve of the side facing away from him, he cupped what felt like a lovely set of buttocks with his palms.
That was when he realized that bed pillows, and hot water bottles, didn't have long, shapely legs that twined with his, arms that embraced him affectionately, or voices that made pleased sounds in their sleep.
His eyes going wide, he saw Kasumi's face bare centimeters from his, with her breath managing to brush against his face. She at least looked immensely comfortable, as her reaction to his attempt to pull away was to cuddle closer to him. From what he'd seen, she wasn't going to be the type to attack him for some unseen slight, but he was rather wierded out by just how comfortable this position. Given the fact that he hadn't exactly been expecting to see her like this, there was only one thing that he could do.
The pigtailed boy, cocky teenager and talented fighter... yelped like a surprised puppy. "Gah! What? When! How?!"
"Slept with Kasumi," a sleepy sounding Nabiki murmured from her own sleeping space. "Last night. And it's kind of obvious that you were laying in the same bedroll."
"Ahh...."
"Didn't know that you were planning on waking the rest of us up though...."
"That... wasn't what I.... Oh man...."
"Master?" Kasumi whispered, her eyes fluttering open as she only moved enough to look at him.
"Uh. Hi. Mornin'."
"Good morning, Master. Did you sleep well?"
"Uhh... I guess so.... Near as I can tell, yeah," Ranma admitted, his face turning to a shade of bright red.
Not that the eldest of the Tendo sisters was fighting his apparent inability to let her go. "I'm glad. That was what I was hoping for."
"Eh? Ya were?"
"Well, of course. If I couldn't help you enjoy your... intimate desires with me," Kasumi replied, coloring only just a bit, "then I was going to make certain that you slept well enough."
"I guess I did. Ain't like I pop up this early, most of the time."
"Oh, that's good. Is it time to get up?"
"Actually...."
"Yes, it is," Genma grumbled as he flopped to a sitting position. "Though you really should be more considerate, boy. I know that I prefer to get your training started before breakfast, but you should respect your elders, especially if you're going to wake them up."
"Didn't plan on it, Pop."
"Well, you should have done it more respectfully."
"And why is that?"
The elder Saotome gave an exaggerated sniff. "How can we have a good meal if we're too out of sorts to practice properly?"
"Oh my!" Kasumi gasped, and sent an apologetic look towards her Owner before slipping out of his bedroll. "I truly am sorry. I really should be getting started on breakfast now...."
"Now she knows her duties."
Ranma just sighed, and wondered if this was going to be a sign of his day to come. As it was, his eldest slave hadn't exactly hidden any of her charms from him, no matter if she was sleeping next to him, or rushing off to go and see what foods they had in their supplies. Still, he had to admit that there were some good things, and he had the familiarity of old 'traditions' that he and his father had practiced for the years of their training journey.
Getting up wasn't exactly a priority for him though, as he didn't exactly put any effort into it. He knew that his father would want to practice soon, but he didn't get any sense that his old man was actually trying anything himself. From the grunts and mutters, he could determine that his father was simply going to get going on his own time, which was much like a rock's, big, heavy, and not moving much at all. So he flopped onto his back, and lay there for a while, taking in the difference in sound level as he compared what he was familiar with to what having three slavegirls was doing to affect it.
"Not planning on moving, now are we?" a feminine voice drily commented from up above his head.
The first sight that Ranma got was that of a smooth and shapely leg balancing on a high heel before he looked up and saw Nabiki standing over him. "The maid outfit?"
"I figured that I'd try it out. Then again, I didn't plan on getting up so early, and this was a pretty simple choice. Seemed kind of fitting too, you know."
"Guess so."
"How do you like it?"
"It's okay," he murmured, and then took in a long look at her. As his eyes focused, he took in plenty of the details, and noted that it wasn't exactly designed completely with 'practicality' in mind. In fact, it fitted so close to her bosom that it looked like her full breasts were about ready to pop out. "Ya look good. Real good."
"Do you think so?"
"Sure. Ain't any reason to lie."
Nabiki smiled and wiggled her hips a bit, making her short skirt swing as she did so. "Wouldn't want to think that I didn't have any appeal."
"That ain't a problem. But... ah... um...."
"What?"
"Ya know... That is... No offense...."
"You can say what you like to me, Master."
"Ya do realize that I can see under your skirt," he choked out.
"So?"
"Ya don't have a problem with that?"
"Considering the fact that you could pull it up any time that you liked, worrying about such a thing seems to be a waste of time."
"But still...."
"Hmm...."
"Ya ain't wearin' panties!"
"That idiot Kuno didn't include any," she reminded him. "And since we haven't had a chance to trade clothing in, or just go shopping, we can't change into what we don't have."
"But...."
"Hmm?"
"It's just.... I'm not tryin' ta...."
"What?"
"I can see there. I can see... um... what's between your legs," Ranma squeaked, clearly shocked at that fact.
"Oh."
"Don't ya have a problem with that?"
"Not particularly."
"HUH?!"
The short haired girl blushed only a bit as she sent an amused smirk to her Master. "You own me, remember? It's not like you wouldn't see that part of my body."
"Oh...."
"Besides, you are free to use it. If you want."
All that he could do was watch with his jaw hanging open as the shapely middle sister of the Tendo trio strolled away, seemingly taking pleasure in his 'appreciation' of her form, and the fact that his eyes crossed once he realized what she'd meant by 'use'.
"Ugh," Ranma groaned, covering his face with one hand. "I so don't understand girls sometimes."
"Truly, the Fates must be testing me," Tatewaki Kuno murmured to himself as he stood tall in his family's gardens. "For have I not been destined to be with the fair Akane Tendo? And has she not been temporarily pulled from my grasp? Yet, what am I to do? I have been told that I may not do anything that would jeopardize my chances of reuniting with her, which would include rescuing her from the vile clutches of that boor."
This was what had bothered the grand descendant of a samurai lineage for the entire night, as he had known that his beloved was just out of his reach. Truly, he could but sniff and get her sweet scent into his mind, yet actual contact with her would not be possible. Needless to say, it would be impossible for them to remain separated like Orihime and Hikoboshi. He was certain that upon one day, the two of them would be reunited, and at that time, they would never be parted again.
However, he was bothered by one concept in particular. Oh, he did gain a troubled heart by imagining the indignities that the crude fool must have been subjecting his delicate flower to, but the fact was that he knew that he could merely endure it, with no other recourse open to him. What he could do something about was the fact that he did not have an opportunity to keep himself grounded with the love of another.
The path of the yamabushi was not for him, and so he did not seek to deny himself. Such restrictions did not seem to be needed in any case, give that he was already above the petty concerns of mere peasantry, and their base desires. He did have intense passions though, ones that were worthy of someone with his strength of spirit. There was simply no way that he could go without some sort of treasure to enjoy and take care of.
And that was when he realized that he did not have to deny himself that part of his life. Certainly, Akane Tendo was always meant to be his, and would be in his possession soon enough, but the fact was that he could, and would, not just brush aside the world as he waited for the opportunity to regain her. Rather, he would find something, or someone to keep and hone his affections on until the joyous return of his love to his waiting arms. Not to say that he would merely toss away his new treasure, but he knew that she would not be as glorious a goddess as his true love. Yet he could take her, and keep some fortunate soul as his own treasured companion, someone who could be trusted to stand quietly nearby, ready to support him as need be. In exchange, she would have the security and comfort of being his, and would only know the pleasure of having his warm caring, strong protection, and wise guidance to bring her to a place in life where she need not ever attempt to struggle again.
The only problem would be in finding someone worthy of being placed into his hold, but he did not think that it would be that much of a problem. As he was the chosen of the Heavens, fortune and destiny were on his side. His only concern would be to come up with a worthy strategy of finding her, and using the opportunity to practice upon whichever lucky girl that he would find.
"It is perfection in and of itself!" he declared to the heavens. "No doubt that this plan is divinely inspired, as it can not fail! Out there is a girl with whom my attentions can be diverted to!"
Sasuke sighed, and hung his head from where he'd been waiting for an opportunity to announce himself to his master.
The two 'deliverymen' standing behind the ninja glanced over each other, and shared a moment where they both wondered if they could distract the boy with the brunette slavegirl that they'd come to deliver to this apparent nut.
Ranma knew that he should have been able to take in the view of Akane better than he had her sisters. She did have a less curvy figure than they did, which wasn't a bad thing. Being as that she was a dedicated martial artist, he could have focused on her talent as a fighter, and the knowledge that he'd have someone new to spar with regularly. Honestly, that was at the back of his mind at the moment.
Unfortunately, as he watched her warm up, with her arms and legs whipping out in practice movements, he couldn't help but recall her... position from the previous night. A bend at her waist let him recall the sight of her tight backside. Jumping let him recognize that it had been a bit obvious that she would 'bobble' more than 'bounce', which did have some... interesting connotations. And the fact that she wasn't exactly dressed in a lot of clothing made it easy to recall what she looked like in the buff.
Perhaps luckily for him, remembering that she was stuck tied up for a long period of time did bring up another thought. "Are ya sure that ya wanna do this?"
"Why not?" Akane asked, continuing to send blows at an imaginary opponent during her practice routine. "Don't you think that I can hack it?"
"Nah. That ain't it. It'll be different, if nothin' else."
"You think that I can't fight that well?"
"Haven't seen ya do it. 'Sides, even if ya ain't that good, I can train ya ta be better."
"Then there should be no problem, right?"
"She's correct, boy. Plus she is your slave. Why not use her if she's available?" Genma asked, glancing away from where delectable smells were coming from the pot that Kasumi had on the fire.
"That's true.... I think."
"It ain't that," the pigtailed boy sighed. "Ya were tied up for a long time yesterday, right?"
"Yeah? So?"
The teenaged boy shrugged. "Ya might be still a bit stiff and sore. Figured that ya might need some time ta relax and recover."
"Oh. I see. But don't worry, Master. I can handle this much."
"Ya sure?"
"I'm certain," Akane firmly stated, the dedicated look in her eyes never wavering. Of course, she knew that this was something that she had experience in, and so was perfectly capable of dealing with. A little aching wasn't going to bother her, as she knew her body. Soon enough, she'd be too focused to pay attention to silly little things like that. Then she'd be free to spar with her new Owner, with the two of them coming into close contact with each other, their bodies straining and sweating with exertion. They'd have to rub up against each other, with her having to grapple with him, which would having his hands grasping her toned body all over the place. When that would happen, they'd get into positions where sometimes they'd brush up and grab spots on each other that would be feeling intense sensations.
"Are ya okay?" Ranma asked as he took in the sight of his youngest slave's flushed face and odd breathing.
"I'm fine. Perfect, even!"
"Really? 'Cause if ya ain't up ta it, we can wait until later...."
"No!" Akane blurted, and then looked away in embarrassment. "I can do this. I want to do this."
"Ya do? Well, guess we'll do it then."
"Good. I'll get ready then...."
Blinking, the young Master watched his slave walk stiffly off to one side of the campsite. "Is she really wantin' ta do this?"
"Oh, I'm sure that she is," Nabiki drawled from over his shoulder.
"GAH! D'ya haveta do that?"
"No. Fact is that I didn't do anything. You were too focused on my little sister to pay me much mind."
"Sorry 'bout that."
"I'm not bothered by that," the middle Tendo sister answered, negligently waving away his concern. "Though I do have to admit that I didn't realize that you were already... taken with her."
"What's that mean? All I was doin' was wonderin' if she's really wantin' ta spar...."
"I'd say that she is."
"That so?"
"Pretty much. Fact is that I'm reasonably certain that she'd really looking forward to getting... physical with you."
"Ah. If she's comfortable with it...." he trailed off.
"Now, that I wouldn't quite say."
"Huh?"
"The truth is that I think that she's very... excited at the prospect of getting up close and personal with you. Enough that she's getting... agitated," Nabiki observed, glancing at where the younger girl was adjusting the cloth over her breasts, specifically around the nipple area.
"If ya say so...."
"Trust me, I do."
Taking in the smile that Nabiki gave him, Ranma wondered why he felt like he was missing something, while:
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