Ranma may have been glad to get out of the club, and the disturbing experience that she now assumed dancing actually was like, but when they finally got to their last stop-over of their trip out she was equally glad to be able to get back indoors and out away from the teasing wind that was slowly driving her crazy once again from the constant distraction down below. Surprisingly enough this time the departure of the teasing touches almost felt like a type of torture itself. As Ranma struggled to get herself back in control and ignore those weird feelings she'd been subjected to during the walk, Nodoka left her to go speak with someone.
Nodoka was quite proud of herself as she finished up the arrangements for the last part of her treat for Ranko-chan's benefit (and for her dreams of grandbabies between Ranko and her manly son Ranma). Not only had she been able to get Ranko access to a room upstairs in this exclusive usually by reservation only place, but she also had persuaded the local savant in the art of carnal pleasures to teach the girl what she needed to truly be a fulfilled woman. (And thus help her along the path to lots of grandbabies!) "Ranko, dear, this is Jean-Marc he is a master of his art that has agreed to teach you the finer skills you will need to become as great as he at the art. I want you to pay attention and learn this lesson well for it will greatly assist you with whomever you later go on to marry. I will wait here while you two go exchange knowledge and your first training session is completed but I know you will make me proud." Seeing the girl beaming at her from the praise made Nodoka sure that she had done the right thing by taking her here for this training in the marital arts. Quickly Nodoka handed off to Ranko the props that she had acquired from the front desk. Proudly Nodoka watched as Ranko-chan left up the stairs along with her teacher. Then she settled down to wait while pictures of cute little redhaired grandbabies filled her thoughts.
It was a short while later that she heard the sound of something going on upstairs. Going by how loud it was she had a good idea what may be going on right then and so she squeed to herself and allowed her visions of redhaired grandbabies run rampant. The next thing that she heard was Ranko's voice carrying down slightly muffled by the difference in floors. But hearing Ranko state that it tasted very good and she wanted more caused the number of grandbabies in her daydream to multiple rapidly. A few minutes later she watched as Ranko walked back down the stairs now wearing something different than when she left for upstairs while carrying the dress she had worn draped over her arm. Nodoka didn't know where Ranko had gotten the oversized men's shirt or the jeans, but the very fact that she had to change clothes was a great sign to her books. "Well?" Nodoka asked expectently, "Did Jean-Marc teach you a lot? Do you think you're ready for the next lesson? How did you like it?"
Ranko looked at her and smiled then replied, "I like it a lot, I'm glad you took me here to teach me how to do that. Although I don't think that guy was a true master. He didn't seem to know what he was doing and he passed out the first time I laid my hands on him when I tried to show him the proper way to use that ice cube he dropped onto my stomach."
Nodoka's eyes shined in utter happiness as they exited while internally grandbabies continued to float all around her thoughts.
Meanwhile in the upstairs room that Ranma had vacated, an out-cold lothario still laid on the ground with a rising lump on his head from a punch he wasn't expecting. In his entire lifetime of pleasuring women, none had ever denied him or taken arms against him which is why he was unprepared to defend himself when Ranma had punched him for 'dropping that ice cube on me like a beginner'. After the teacher was knocked out cold it had been up to Ranma to try to figure out exactly what lesson Nodoka had wanted her to learn.
Figuring that it had something to do with the ice cubes and the lemon slices that her mother had handed her with the props tray. Ranma had come to the conclusion that it must be like the American expression about how "When life hands you lemons, make lemonaide." That lemonaide that she had made had tasted really good too.
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