[Episode 245637] [Episode 245637]Ranma snapped the war-fan decisively. “Okay! Let’s leave Ami to sleep it off while we show Nabiki the ropes, then we’ll shop for starting gear in a little bit.” That sounded like a reasonable plan to Nabiki.
It didn’t five minutes later, since ‘showing her the ropes’ was quite literal. “Wait, Mistress. You’re pulling too hard on the leash!” Somehow it meant putting her into tortoise-shell bondage, wrists bound to a lead, and ankles hobbled together.
“Stop complaining, slave girl, this too is training,” Usagi admonished with a harsh crack from behind, and on the behind. “Oh, I do like this whip, Mistress; it makes such a nice sound.”
Nabiki was not so enamoured of it, but was bound not to protest too much.
Ranma glided out onto the courtyard, where Chinese lanterns had lit themselves around the garden; the ambiance automatically changing with nightfall.
Ranma wore a sequined four-piece red velvet cheongsam outfit consisting of a shrug, bullet-bra, cinched-corset, and a long skirt split right up to the thighs, and spiked heels. In the soft lighting, the burlesque garment was quite unlike the brief “street fighter” outfits Nabiki expected Ranma to favour in girl form. Rather than a fighting outfit, it almost seemed made to fling various pieces into a wildly cheering crowd and make a lot of money. Still Ranma carried a war-fan carried in one hand, a riding crop held in the other, and a flash of stockinged-leg revealed kunai sheathed in the garter belt.
The chocolate bunny-girl still wore her ivory, bridal-fetish, plate-armor, with her twin long swords dangling from her right hip, the larger great sword sheathed across her back, above the wriggling cotton tail. The bondage whip was not a weapon, just a very effective goad.
Nabiki herself wore the aforementioned ropes. That was all. It hardly seemed fair.
“Alright, listen up, Darlings,” commanded Ranma imperiously, strutting out and striking a commanding pose while the two ‘students’ sank into a senza position. “Now, Nabiki, all this is essentially a video game, but instead of mashing buttons or toggling joysticks, the controller is your body. The player begins an action—performs a kata, waves a wand, genuflects, or such—, and the character completes the emote, then the result is applied to the target: damage, status effects, and so forth.
“Don’t resist when the game takes over. The types of powers you can use–techniques, spells, prayers, or whatever–depend on your character’s class features and not your real world abilities. Still, this is real training as eventually the difference between ‘player’ and ‘character’ will become unnoticeable.” Much, Ranma didn’t add, like the way Nabiki had dropped smoothly into a slave’s display position–legs open wide, shoulders back, and breasts thrust distractingly forward. Shameless and proud.
“Fortunately you have little to unlearn, Grasshopper.” Nabiki stiffened at that snark from Ranma.
Mistress Ranma reached behind her back and pulled her journal out of nowhere. “Unfortunately the combat techniques of a low level ‘sex slave’ are quite… limited… to ‘dirty flirting’, and ‘cheering on’. That is: applying a distraction penalty or a morale buff respectively. It is a support class, after all. However, everyone begins with a basic attack–a simple move you learn when you first pick up a weapon. This can be described best as: ‘slash, stab, or bash.’ It’s very intuitive to use.
“You begin proficient with only a few simple weapons: the club, dagger, quarter-stave, and sling. Though, of course, you can also use unarmed strikes and improvised weapons.” Ranma turned the journal to show an illustration of a brunette in bronzed chain-mail bikini strangling a giant slug-man using her own leash-chain. “Once you level up we’ll train you with a light blade, perhaps a rapier. That’s the ‘courtesan’ route. Though you could take the ‘geisha’ route and gain proficiency with a musical instrument instead—which will give you a more elegant way to use your support powers. We’ll see.
“For now though, we’ll start with some light sparing, then shop for suitable starting equipment. Usagi, if you please, we’ll use these bamboo canes on our practice dummy, here.”
Nabiki looked around. Ranma and the knight immediately selected and flexed some supple canes from a rack, but she didn’t see any…uh oh!
Realisation came just as Ranma’s cane slashed down on her buttocks. “Don’t just sit there, Dummy, time for practice. Get into position!”
“Wait. How is this training for me, Mistress?”
“Oh, it will teach you dodging, and deportment,” Ranma observed, with a swish to hurry her along.
“And obedience, ” Usagi added with a swat of her own switch. “This is Mistress Ranma’s School of Obedience, after all, and you are not very obedient, slave girl.”
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