[Episode 245504] [Episode 245504]
Ever since arriving at the Tendo dojo, Ranma had spent quite a bit of time on the roof of the Tendo home — there, he could stare up at the clouds and stars he’d known during his wanderings with his father and think, without really separating himself from the household he had found himself a part of (and without getting too far from Kasumi’s cooking). Since his decision to ‘go girl’ as Akane had required if they were to be lovers, and especially since she’d abruptly found herself turned into a succubus, she had spent some time up there, finding a little solitude to consider how her life was changing.
But that was only one of the two places that Ranma had used for privacy, and the lesser one — the one for idle musings and a little privacy in a city where that commodity was in short supply while still being available at need. There was another place he had found, under a bridge, to where he fled when he truly wanted to be unavailable, to get away from everything — to hide (though he’d never admit it). Since the day of the wedding and her long night afterward thinking about the choice Akane had given her, she had not been back. She hadn’t needed it while she was still human, and had been too busy since. Now, she had been there for hours, pausing only long enough to grab some clothes as she’d fled from Ryoga and the lust she’d felt tugging her toward him.
In those hours, as the hunger coiled and twisted inside her Ranma had thought back over the days since the transformation, and was not particularly happy with what she found there. That lust had always been there — sometimes a roaring fire when she’d made love to Akane or fed off of one of the other girls, or during her nightly training, sometimes fading to a barely perceptible buzz like during her daily katas and sparring, but always there. Even the few minutes she’d spent with her mother when asking the Saotome matriarch to throw her out of the family, on looking back she thought it had been there — something she found deeply disturbing when she realized how little that bothered her.
Welcome ta the joys a’ bein’ a sex demon, she thought, her laughter tinged with bitterness. I guess fer you, now, not wantin’ ta sleep with someone’s like not wantin’ ta eat the family pet, whatever they were before. glancing toward where the sun was sinking in the sky, she sighed. Well, ya aren’t plannin’ on killing yerself and ya have ta eat, so let’s get yer ‘graduation’ over with and get on with life. Just remember, don’t kill Isoruko-sensei, however hungry ya are now — Ayano-san wouldn’t like it.
Dressed in the schoolgirl outfit she’d found waiting for her in the changing room and with her hair loose and flowing down over her shoulders, Ranma strode into the room where she had met Isoruko the previous nights of her training, to find her sensei waiting for her. As his eyes roamed across her, a shiver ran up her spine, the hunger at her core snarling and clawing against her self-control. The training the last few nights had been wonderful and somewhat frustrating at the same time — Isoruko-sensei undeniably knew how to make a woman happy and beyond the pleasure had been her joy at learning a new Art, but she’d never been able to completely relax for fear of losing control of her appetite. Keeping that control had been easy enough, if needing constant attention, but after her spar with Ryoga, she was afraid it was going to be worse — much worse.
Fighting to keep her struggle off her face, she pirouetted in place, her short skirt flaring out and up to flash her panties (cotton regular cut, of course, she was supposed to be the Schoolgirl Next Door, not the Sexpot in the City). “So, Teach, what d’ya wanna test first?” she asked with a saucy grin.
Isoruko chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Not a ‘what’, a ‘who’,” he replied. “I already know you’ve mastered the various techniques I’ve shown you, so tonight we put it all together. For your final exam you’re going to have a fairly busy night, with different men. This is going to be a typical evening for you for at least the first few weeks, from the way you’re pre-booked.”
Whoa! This has potential, Ranma thought as for just a moment her grin turned feral. Maybe she wouldn’t have to wait until the next night to begin really filling the emptiness at her core, after all. With how early she’d left the dojo, she hadn’t gotten her usual daily ration from one of the girls. She’d intended to pick it up from Isoruko and somehow get through the next day to finally really fill up, but now ... “Great! Let’s do it.”
Ranma strode through the door of the “family room” and again twirled in place, smiling as the hungry smile on the face of her ‘client’ sharpened as he closed the door behind them. “Like what ya see?” she asked, with the same saucy grin she’d used on her sensei.
Kenta nodded dumbly as his eyes roamed over her body in its schoolgirl uniform: short plaid skirt; white, collared blouse tight enough that it outlined her bra; blue jacket; light blue ribbon bow-tied around her throat.
“Good,” she murmured and sauntered back toward him, eyes running the length of his body. He was average height so he had some inches on her, not overweight but muscles not hardened by constant exercise, dark-haired and plain, almost a caricature of the average salaryman. But the hunger at her core didn’t care, and she couldn’t see any of the markers sensei had pointed out to indicate he was nervous at her forwardness. She stood on tiptoes as she pulled his head down, lips greedily seeking his as his hands roamed down her back to cup her buttocks.
After a few minutes she broke the kiss. Taking him by the hand, she pulled him toward the couch across from the large-screen TV. He quickly sat on the edge of the couch, and she dropped into his lap, knees on each side of him as she again sought his mouth, grinding her hips against his crotch as their tongues dueled. He groaned into her mouth as his hands again found her butt cheeks, rubbing and squeezing, and she chuckled as she felt his cock hardening where it was rubbing against her dampening, cotton-covered cleft. Careful, remember what sensei said — you can just toss yer clothes in the laundry when ya shower and get a new set, they hafta go home in whatever they’re wearing.
Forcing herself to again break away from Kenta, she glanced down and sighed softly in relief — only a tiny, light stain was visible on the bulge in the crotch of his pants. “I think you’re wearing a bit much fer this,” she breathed as she leaned down, her fingers running down his shirt and popping free button after button. He swallowed and nodded, sitting up to shrug off his shirt and toss it away, then pulled his undershirt up and off while she attacked his belt. In moments, she had his pants unzipped and down around his ankles along with his underwear.
Ranma’s eyes fixed on his revealed stiffened manhood. I think it’s a bit smaller than sensei’s. Definitely smaller than mine, she thought as Kenta lifted his legs and she slipped his pants off under his feet and shoved them to the side. As his feet hit the floor, she pushed his knees wide, then leaned forward to gently cup his balls with one hand as she ran her lips along the underside of his rod to its tip. Kenta moaned at the sensation, and she grinned up at him before dipping her head back down to slip his cockhead between her lips and in, her tongue swirling around the length filling her until it bumped against the back of her mouth. She paused for a moment, then hand not already occupied circling the length of his rod that wouldn’t fit, then began to bob her head.
As she worked away at her mouthful, saliva coating her pumping hand, Kenta’s moaning increased, his hips beginning to make little thrusts toward her. “Damn, Ranko, that’s a mouth! Work it, work it...” he gasped out.
But Ranma barely heard him, her own need rising in her to match his beating against its bars, her hand falling away from his balls to slip between her legs and rub ad the wet cotton fabric covering her mound. Her own hips were beginning to buck when she felt his cock swell in mouth and hand just before it exploded, his seed gushing out — and with it the energy her body craved. Don’t kill him don’t kill him don’t kill him don’t kill him.... Even as she instinctively swallowed, she fought to suppress her burning desire, accepting only a trickle to feed the raging hunger, fighting back the rest of the wave beating against the wall of her will, until it faded back like an ocean receding back from a sandy shore.
The redhead sat back on her heels with a sigh of relief and smiled weakly up at her ‘client’ as she used a thumb to wipe up a creamy-white trickle running down her jaw to her neck. With her eyes fixed on Kent’a face, she licked her thumb clean. “Wow, that was quite a load. Ya been savin’ up fer me?” she asked with a slightly shaky grin.
“You know it, girl,” Kenta replied. “Now it’s your turn. Show me what you got.”
“You’re on!” Rising to her feet, Ranma reached up to slowly pull the ribbon around her collar free of its bow-tie, toss it to the side, then run her hands down the front of her blouse popping one button free after another. Swaying to the memory of music from her training, she tugged her blouse free of the waistband of her shirt, then shrugged to let her jacket and blouse to slip off her shoulders.
Kenta’s eyes lit up as the garment slid down her arms to reveal her white, lacy bra-enclosed orbs. “Yesss,” he breathed as Ranma tugged her hands free and let blouse and jacket fall to the floor. She smiled at him as she reached up to unlatch the clasp between her breasts, then paused for a long moment and her smile broadened to a grin when he growled. “Tease!” he mock-complained, and she giggled (that had taken some work, learning how — she was supposed to be tomboyish, not masculine). Finally, she let the bra fall open to reveal her large, firm breast, nipples crinkled tight, and sauntered toward the naked man as she reached up to slide the bra’s straps off her shoulders.
Even as she resumed her earlier seat, rubbing his semi-flaccid cock against a mound still covered by thoroughly soaked cotton panties, her bra fell to the floor at his feet and she cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to press her breasts against his smooth-skinned chest. She was watching for any hesitation on her client’s part, but there was none and she kissed him, sharing his flavor still left in her mouth.
After some minutes of their tongues dueling for supremacy, Kenta broke the kiss. His hands gripped her sides just above the waistband of her skirt and lifted her higher, and she sighed as one taut nipple was captured by his lips. She braced herself with hands on his shoulders, and his hands slid down to again massage her butt cheeks. He sucked on the captive nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then nipped lightly and chucked throatily at her yelp before switching to the other breast.
Even as he went to work on her other nipple with lips, tongue and teeth and her head whirled from her own rising wave of pleasure, he let go of her butt, one hand rising to grasp her free breast and the other slipping between her legs. Now it was her turn to moan as his finger pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and ran between her wet folds. “Oh yes, that feels so good, yes, give it to me!” He chuckled around his mouthful and she shivered at the feel of the shared vibrations running through her firm orb, then moaned louder as he complied with her demand and his fingers plunged up into her hot sheath.
Her hips bucked, demanding more as her vaginal muscles clamped down and his chuckle turned into a laugh at the sensation. “Oh, you’re ready, all right! And so am I.” Pulling his fingers free, he lifted them up to Ranma’s mouth, chuckling again as she eagerly sucked them clean of her juices.
His fingers clean, she slid back off the couch and stood up, her eyes lighting up as she looked down at the solid rod pointing up from his groin. “Yes, you’re definitely ready,” she purred. Her hands slipped under her skirt to catch the waistband of her panties and she left a damp streak down the insides of her legs as she slid the soaked garment down. She stepped out of the panties and pounced back onto her client, pushing him back into the couch and rubbing her burning groin against his rampant cock.
Smiling up at her needy expression, he grasped her hips to stop their undulations. He pulled her up, then reached between her leg the guide his erection into position. She moaned as she sank down, feeling her hot, slick walls stretching to accommodate the new intruder. Kenta may not have been as big as Sensei, but he was big enough. She fell forward against his chest, face buried against the hollow of her shoulder and shudders running the length of her body, awash in pleasure. Not good, not good, ya need ta get back inta control, ya got another blowout comin’. She wrapped her arms up under his arms behind his shoulders and lifted her head to seek his lips with hers while she fought for control over her burning need.
Finally, the shudders eased off and she decided it was safe. Pulling her arms out from behind her temporary lover, she pushed herself upright and began to lift and drop, lift and drop, gasping at the feeling of the seemingly rock-hard rod leaving her almost empty only to slam back in, shocks of pleasure washing through her with each drop. She was beginning to moan through her gasps, and the volume of the moans increased as Kenta reached up to grasp her bouncing, quivering orbs, hands clenching tight enough to actually be a bit painful, and even the pain added to the mix of pleasure and need beginning to shake her. She briefly considered adding more undulation to her motions, increase the variety of sensations echoing through her, but rejected it. Her control was already shaky, no point in deliberately making things worse.
Then Kenta let go of her breasts to grab her hips, slamming her down against his groin and holding her there, and she again felt his cock swell and his seed splashed into her depths, against her walls, filling her — and with the seed again came the tsunami of energy washing over her, beating against her shaky will, seeking to drown her, fill her. “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” she screamed out, head thrown back, eyes closed, every muscle tight as she fought to withstand that flood. This time her strength of will had weakened, more was getting through, but her need from earlier had weakened as well and her will held — mostly. Finally, the tide receded and she collapsed forward in relief, every muscle limp. Did it! An’ the next one should be easier.
For a time the two simply sat there on the couch, his hands gently stroking her sweat-covered back as she gasped for breath. Finally, he glanced at the clock on the wall and murmured, “Ranko, that was spectacular, but we’re about out of time. Do you mind if I look you up again later?”
Ranma pushed herself up, pushing the red hair plastered to her forehead by her sweat. ‘Never tell a client ya don’t want him back, that’s Ayano-san’s job.’ Not that that’s a problem here. “I’d like that,” she agreed warmly, smiling happily at him before swinging one leg over to flop back into the couch beside him. Grabbing some tissues from a box on the side table to take care of the milky-white outflow oozing out, she asked, “Ya been in here before?”
“Yes, I have.” Wearily, Kenta pushed himself up from the couch and plodded over to a set of drawers against a nearby wall. Opening one, he pulled out a damp washcloth and wiped himself down, following it up with a towel from another drawer before grabbing his clothes from where they were scattered about the room and pulling them on. Walking back to the couch, he carefully leaned down to gently kiss her without staining his clothes with her sweat. “Until next time,” he said, smiling at her happy grin as she nodded agreement, then strode from the room.
As soon as the door closed, Ranma tossed the tissues she’d been holding against her cleft into a tiny garbage can and levered herself out of the couch. Unzipping her skirt, she slid it off, tsked at the wide stain front and back, then gathered up her own clothes and walked naked toward the room’s other door, the one that led to a shower and another way out. Time to get out of the way of the cleaning crew and ready for her next ‘client’.
Ayano looked up from her computer monitor at the knock on her office door, then over at the clock. It was the early hours of the morning, which meant that it was probably time to learn how her latest recruit had tested out.
“Come in!” she called out, and Isoruko stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and sat wearily in the comfortable chair in front of her desk. “So, how did Ranko do?” she asked as she pulled a bottle of sake from a desk drawer along with a pair of cups.
“She’s a natural, and she’s going to make you boatloads of yen,” he said.
Ayano paused her pouring, glancing up. “Really? What happened to the reserve that had you doubting earlier?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. It was still there when we started, stronger than ever. But as her ‘busy night’ went on, it faded away. By her sixth ‘client’, she was completely involved and enjoying herself thoroughly. When I finished off her night, she was a little worn but still had the energy to do a proper job. And she didn’t just outlast all six, she wore them out.”
“Hmmm.” Ayano finished filling their cups, then leaned back and sipped her sake. “Good, Ranko strikes me as one of the stubborn ones — if it turned out she really didn’t care for the life, she’d probably stick with it anyway out of sheer determination.” Especially since she claims she’s getting into it to support a family. “The damage that can cause is not pretty. So what’s your overall assessment, other than ‘boatloads of yen’?”
“She’s easily learned every technique I’ve tried to teach her,” Isoruko replied, picking up his cup. “Don’t use her for roleplaying, other than changes of clothes and rooms, she isn’t an actress. On the other hand, she plays herself very well, and between her innate talent and the way she actually enjoys herself instead of faking, it really enhances the experience. And you shouldn’t need to worry about the appearance of her clients. Tonight it didn’t matter — thin, overweight, handsome, ugly, gaijin, she never hesitated. I think she’s going to prove to be one of the ones that you’re going to send girls that choose to keep it up after they graduate to for a long time.
“Oh, and I know you usually let the new girls slack off on the schoolwork at first, then catch up when their novelty wears off and they have more time. In this case, don’t — get her a tutor, bring her in early for study time, whatever. I don’t think the list of her advance bookings is going to fall off much, if at all.”
Ayano nodded. “And the safety measures?”
Isoruko frowned thoughtfully. “There, you may have a problem. She knows about the cameras, of course, and that unlike tonight they aren’t monitored live or the recordings viewed later unless a problem comes up. She also knows where every panic button is in every room, and that you have people ready to respond instantly if any of them are hit. But I can’t shake the feeling that she doesn’t really take the security precautions seriously.”
“That’s because she’s a highly trained martial artist, you can see it in the way she moves. I’ve seen it before, though not in one of my girls,” Ayano told him. “Still, girls engaged in this line of work place themselves in very vulnerable positions. Why don’t you make a list of all the techniques you’ve taught her? I’ll have her demonstrate how she’d deal with an assault from each of them and have her come up with something for any that she doesn’t have an immediate answer. In fact, it would be a good idea to have her teach them to the rest of the girls later.”
“Sounds good.” Isoruko smothered a yawn, then finished off his cup of sake. “I’ll email my written evaluation in a couple of days, but for now it’s been a long night and my empty bed is calling me.”
Ayano stood with him and walked him to the door. “Thank you, as always.”
“As always, it was very much my pleasure,” he replied, bowing before he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Ayano returned to her desk and leaned back in her chair with a sigh as she considered Ranko — or rather, Ranma. It hadn’t been hard to learn her true identity, all it took was being a little openminded about what was possible. In fact, having ‘Ranko’ choosing to work for her was harder to believe than her water-based curse, something more was going on than what Ayano had been told. Still, maybe I’ve found my heir. I hope so, I’ve been here too long. While it’s certainly made my role rock-solid, it’s still past time for me to move on. And for a mortal, her thread of harmony in the Symphony is very strong. She’s going to make an impact one way or the other, let’s give her the opportunity to make it a positive one.
A nude Ranma with her below-shoulder-length hair once again in a ponytail had her red-furred wings outstretched to their fullest expansion, gliding through the darkness above the streetlights, skimming the roofs of the houses, remembering Nabiki’s advice about not getting so high she showed up on radar. The familiar shape of the Tendo dojo came into view, all lights out of course, seeing how early in the morning it was. But with her new sight that made the darkness as day no light was needed, and she aimed for directly above her and Akane’s window. She had had some practice since her first attempted landing when she visited her mother, and now when she swung her legs forward and beat back with her wings her timing was perfect. She touched down just above the open window without a sound.
Once she was firmly on the roof, she closed her eyes to concentrate, and her wings shrank and vanished into her back but leaving her tail and tiny horns in place and the red fur ‘v’ed down her back. For a moment she considered getting rid of them as well and pulling on the clothes in her hand, but shrugged. Not much point, not like there’s anybody around ta see me. She spread out the pants and blouse on the roof and lay down on them to gaze up at the stars.
Ya know, tonight turned out a lot better than I expected, she thought, thinking back over her ‘final exam’. Havin’ a bunch a guys ta feed off of was just what I needed. Not ta mention a lot a’ fun, once I took the edge off my hunger.
And more than just the edge, for the first time since the night of the ceremony her hunger was gone, a weight lifted that she had gotten so used to she had barely noticed it anymore, and in spite of her weariness she felt alive in a way she never had before.
She briefly considered flying out to an abandoned quarry she knew of outside the city, to try out the power she felt flowing through her, begging to be used, but reluctantly rejected the idea — Akane was already going to be angry with her for the way she’d left without an explanation, and her ... reluctance ... to get close to anyone until she had to go to work had kept the redhead from calling. Yeah, after all that, if I’m not here in the mornin’ and she finds out it’s ‘cause I wanted ta play ... well, I can’t let her hit me, but she isn’t gonna be happy. Though having her lover chase her around the house was good speed practice for Akane ... good endurance practice too, if her lover was really angry.
With a sigh she sat up, gathered up her clothes and reached down to toss them through the open window below her, then stepped off the edge of the roof, twisting and grabbing it to swing herself through the window.
Akane lay on the bed, still dressed in shorts and T-shirt and fast asleep, and Ranma’s eyes softened as she gazed at her lover — her pregnant lover — in the light/dark. You two aren’t gonna lack fer anything, I swear it. Reaching down, she gently shook Akane’s shoulder. “Hey, Tomboy, it’s bedtime, you’re supposed ta be undressed,” she whispered.
Akane opened sleep-fogged eyes, then shot upright at the sight of her lover’s shape in the dark. “Ran — !” she started to shout, but broke off as Ranma’s hand covered her mouth.
“Shhh! Everyone’s asleep, let’s keep it that way.”
Akane nodded. “Ranma,” she whispered when the hand was removed, remembering Kasumi’s advice (order) that evening as her anger had grown — get the facts, first. “Where did you go? Where have you been? Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ranma assured her. “I just got really hungry, wasn’t sure I was safe ta be around, didn’t get ta a phone in time ta call ya before work.”
“We need to get you a cell phone,” the raven-haired girl groused, then grinned. “And maybe a cute little handbag to carry it in?” She chuckled when her redhead shuddered, then sobered. “Are you ... all right, now?”
“Yeah, better than all right — the final exam turned out ta be a test run of a busy night, I’m actually full up.”
Akane stiffened, then forced herself to relax along with a shaky smile as she reached down to grab the hem of her T-shirt. “Good,” she said as she pulled the shirt up and over her head. Tossing it to the side and reaching behind to unclasp her bra, she add, “Let’s get to bed.”
Ranma yawned and nodded, then pulled back the sheets and lay down. A few moments later, a now naked Akane was spooned up against her furred back and pulling the sheets over them. Ranma smiled drowsily, almost purring. To her complete surprise, it had been a good night. Closing her eyes, she faded off to sleep.
Akane lay in bed, gently stroking her lover’s hair and staring into the darkness, for over an hour before she finally did the same.
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