[Episode 224262] [Episode 224262]
Kodachi slowly stirred, then opened her eyes and froze — that wasn’t her bedroom ceiling she was looking at, where was she? And which of her concoctions had landed her here this time? Carefully not moving, she cataloged how she felt and frowned — she didn’t feel any of the usual aftereffects, in fact she felt great! a little chilly without any clothes on and not so much as a sheet over her, but great. But if it hadn’t been one of her creations, then what ... ?
She lightly gasped as the memories of the previous day flooded into her — the need hitting her at school, leaving for Furinkan to search for her Ranma (beating off several would-be lovers in the process), finding him (and how glorious that had been, even if she’d had to share him with that peasant), waking up in the classroom and finding Ranma gone, then when they realized what was going on all around them Ukyo’s suggestion of another man that would need their help ... Ranma left us — Ranma left me — undoubtedly to return to that violent maniac that always gets in the way and he’s always protecting. He ... he must really lo — Oh, Ranma ...
Gently pushing herself up to a sitting position, with a bittersweet smile Kodachi looked down at the two naked forms lying on the floor next to her, the cook and the drop-dead gorgeous boy that had been waiting for her and Ukyo when they’d arrived at Ucchan’s. (And hadn’t that been a surprise — a boy prettier than she was, not that she’d ever admit it.) Ukyo had been so forceful, and the boy — what was his name? oh, yes, Konatsu — Konatsu had been so sweet and gentle, it had been a good afternoon and evening, and night. If only ... Don’t torture yourself, girl, your father ignores you, your brother hates you, every man you’ve let get close has used you and walked away, Ranma’s rejected you ... why should these two want you any more than the rest? Just be happy for the good memories and go.
Feeling the long familiar pain welling up, Kodachi wiped away the few tears she hadn’t been able to suppress and quietly rose from the blanket-covered floor they’d been lying on, then gathered up her clothes and left the room.
Ukyo watched through slitted eyes as her lover of the previous day and night quietly left the room and sighed softly in relief — that certainly made things less awkward. But, had those been tears? No, not a chance, this is Kodachi, after all. Though, yesterday ... Shaking her head clear of the memories, the brown-haired chef braced herself up on one arm and gazed down at the lithe, feminine form of the boy that has served her so faithfully for months. He’s not Ranma. He’ll never be Ranma. But Ranma left me ...
Tears leaking from her eyes, she spent several minutes staring down at her self-appointed servant as memories of the past and thoughts of the future coursed through and intermingled in her mind, then decided.
Leaning down, she slowly licked along the limp tool that had provided so much pleasure the previous day, then took it into her mouth and ran her tongue around it and sucked. She smiled around her mouthful as it twitched and she felt it begin to grow, then heard a groan from the kunoichi.
“M-Mistress?” Konatsu gasped out, and Ukyo let her mouthful go as she reached up and laid a finger on Konatsu’s lips as the fingers of her other hand took over for her mouth, stroking along the length of his manhood.
“Shhh,” she shushed. Judging from her memories that Konatsu’s erection had reached its full length, she swung her body over his hips, positioned the tip of his cock at her still well-lubricated opening, then hissed as she sank down slowly until she was firmly seated. A little sore — after yesterday, that shouldn’t be a surprise. Leaning down, she kissed the gorgeous boy beneath her, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he gasped in shock, then sat up and began to bounce on the rod filling her so pleasantly, her hands rising to caress and support her bouncing breasts.
For a few minutes Konatsu simply lay there in shock at what was happening to him — whatever had hit them yesterday was gone, he could tell from the clearness of his thoughts, but still the woman he’d loved was loving him back and only in his most hopeless dreams ... he reached out and pulled Ukyo down onto his chest, then slid his hands down along her body to her buttocks, grasped those two luscious mounds, then began to thrust up into the center of his world.
Ukyo gasped as for the first time since she’d met him, Konatsu took charge even a little. Good, this could work, she thought happily before losing herself in her rising pleasure as Konatsu continued to thrust up into her harder, faster, she was pushing back to meet his thrusts, and then ... she felt him swell inside her and the newly-familiar feeling of his cum spurting into her depths, filling her cleft. No, not yet! she protested silently, then smiled ruefully as her lover thrust into her a few more times then sagged back along the floor. Okay, so it’s going to take a little practice, why I thought otherwise ...
Shaking her head at her own naiveté Ukyo laid her head on Konatsu’s shoulder for a few minutes as his erection softened and slid out of her, then finally braced herself up on her hands and gazed down at the beautiful, flushed face beneath her. “Konatsu,” she whispered softly, “will you marry me?”
Dr. Saeko Mizuno slowly blinked her eyes, then closed and rubbed them thoroughly and re-opened them. Nope, the mirror above the bed she was lying on didn’t disappear. She flopped her head to one side and grimace a bit at the decor — while it had been a few years since she’d been in one there was no mistaking a room in a love hotel. And from the way I feel, I made good use of it, too, too bad I can barely remember the fun. So, when is my last clear memory?
She’d gotten up ... a little later than usual, it was an unusual extra day off from her hospital work (at her boss’s insistence), and had been planned far enough in advance that she’d been able to arrange a rare meeting with her phone friend, Ikuko Tsukino. The meeting had been far enough away from Juuban that they were unlikely to be encountered by acquaintances ... they’d met at their chosen restaurant, gotten caught up on gossip, commiserated on their mutual fears that one night their daughters wouldn't come home, or come home in a box, and their inability to let their daughters know they weren’t really fooling their mothers without possibly risking their lives by giving them extraneous concerns in life-threatening situations, had explored some possibilities on actually having some fun with the situation by playing with their daughters’ minds a little....
Then, it had seemed like the restaurant was getting overheated, and she’d suggested they move to an ice cream parlor. There, that’s the point where everything starts getting hazy. Let’s see, we started toward the ice cream parlor, I noticed people were starting to act ... unusually amorous, I was thinking that it looked like fun and trying to remember how long it had been since I had gotten any, and ...
And that was when a couple of strange men had literally swept her and Ikuko off their feet and carried them toward the nearest love hotel. Really handsome men, too — or at least I think they were. I certainly thought so at the time ... I think. You know, I didn’t think of it at the time, but Ikuko didn’t put up much of a fight. Strange, that, she’s always seemed such a straight-laced woman, and passionately in love with her husband — I’ve envied her her love so much.
Okay, obviously we were drugged, and so was everyone around us, it must have been an air-born agent of some sort — Ikuko will be devastated, but her husband is a good man, he’ll understand, she’ll survive. So, first to get us out of here with the least amount of awkwardness possible, then start putting her back together.
Rolling onto her side, Saeko reached over and shook the shoulder of the man lying next to her, then froze — the man was cold, too cold. Shooting up to a sitting position, she stared down at the lifeless eyes staring up unblinking at the mirror above them, then looked around wildly. Ikuko! she thought frantically, and then her friend’s voice rang out in a bloodcurdling scream from the other room.
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