[Episode 247738] [Episode 247738]His eyes unfocused as he stared ahead at nothingness, Ranma shivered as he held onto his glass, barely noticing how warm the water was or how powerfully the water-jets bubbled against him... the things he’d see... the things he did...
Meerrrooooowwww...
Yep. About the only good thing about all this was that the Neko-Ken had been thoroughly beaten into submission. He knew and understood now that cats were nothing to be afraid of. No... it’ll be what Nabiki does to me when she finally regains feeling. Any feeling...
He was pretty sure the only reason she wasn't demanding everything he had at the moment was she A) Could not walk, B) Was terrified of his mother and C) If she needed to get away he was going to have to carry her off.
“Here you go!” a nude Nodoka cried, making the cat whine in his head again, and Nabiki shiver as if her wallet was empty. “Two of my specials! I call them “No-Chan Nukes”!”
Ranma just blinked, taking the drink as Nodoka all but forced one of the other glasses into Nabiki’s hand. Tilting his head, he had to wonder... fid the liquid just bubble into a mushroom cloud?
“Now, since this is your first time with my drinks, it’s best for you both to be leaning over the edge of the tub,” the Saotome Matriarch explained. Last thing she wanted was her chances of finally getting some pipes cleaned to be ruined by the fact Nabiki couldn’t keep liquor down.
Her son, oh, he’d keep it down, and ask for seconds! She knew he would. He was HER Son! He was the manly man that could handle anything! Besides, he had to if he was to prove he was worthy of acquiring, “The Notebook”!
Ah yes, her precious “Notebook”, something she came up with the help of her friend Sayoko Mano and that Mizuno woman who was going for her doctorate. A Recipe Book of the hardest of hard drinks, the stuff that could knock men off their feet and send them flying for miles!
Kami knew her drinks were what initially got her husband interested in her... lazy bastard. Wanted the nice drinks but he more-so wanted a woman who could mix them for him.
She’d be DAMNED if her son asked his ladies to make drinks for him! He’d get behind the bar and be a MANLY man as he tended to HIS ladies’ lust for life in more ways than one!!
As if sensing the woman's intent, the Neko-Ken gave Ranma a pitiful warning mewl of, Merroooowwww~w~w~w~w~w...
Nervously looking towards Ranma—don’t be stupid, the hand not holding the drink was in the water protecting her backside from sneak attack—Nabiki waited for Ranma to drink it. He did and survived, she’d take a sip.
If he did and died... well... there was a reason his codename in her books was ‘Canary’.
Ranma just stared at the bubbling glass, wishing he could somehow toss the alcohol away. His luck plus hard liquor was never that great. He always ended up doing embarrassing things ... like kissing Akane or talking about feelings, or even—he shuddered—watching “Twilight”.
Stupid sparkly emo vampires and stupid teenage girls that complain about everything...
Of course, he’d never say that out loud. Hell, one light comment was why Kasumi had struck him with her ceramic baton. No way in Hell would he ever reveal to anyone how he really felt about the series, lest it would get back to her, and he’d wake up a dead man.
Finally, deciding to bite the bullet—and besides, his mother was now tapping her foot in annoyance beneath the water of the hot-tub as he had yet to down it—he took a deep breath, and gulped it down in one shot.
While annoyed before, Nodoka’s fears were swept away as she went wide-eyed with that action. Smiling, the woman couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. “Oh, that is the way my manly son...” she cooed happily. Why, not even SHE was able to down one of her “Nukes” in one shot—it always took her three sips minimum. For her son to be able to do that and not even blink... he was truly a manly man! Perhaps Chuck Norris manly!
Yes, she compared her son to Chuck Norris. She’d mailed him a thermos of her drink and got a signed picture from him in return with the message, Thanks for the Breakfast Drink! Makes a great mouthwash AND skull polish too! - C. Norris.
As the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts lowered the glass, Nabiki inquired, “Well, how was it?” At the lack of response, she reached over and placed her hand in front of Ranma’s face, waving it. He just continued to stare on ahead.
Finally, Ranma responded with, “I think... I think I’m blind.”
Nodoka just nodded. “Don’t worry, it usually goes away after the second glass.” Well, except for that one guy, but then after the third serving, he no longer cared. Besides, it would come back... maybe...
Damn musicians OD’ing before she had a full case observation! Last time she went to an opera...
Seeing that Ranma was alive—well, not screaming as he dissolved into a puddle of goo, breathing fire, and especially not relieving himself in the hot-tub—Nabiki decided to take a shot. With any luck, it would kill the brain-cells for the last few hours and she would be free of the mental horror she now carried.
Ranma was so getting a kitten for his birthday though.
So, feeling brave, she took a small sip... and then another.
Finally, a third of the glass was gone, causing her to blink. “I got nothing.”
“It takes a while if you only have little bits,” Nodoka replied, as she made more of the drinks, sipping her own. She did like standing, after all.
Understanding that she wasn't going to be getting much more out of Ranma for a bit, Nabiki decided to try and make the best of her situation... wheedle more information out of Nodoka while Ranma was too stoned on alcoholic ‘drinks’ to object otherwise. “So... Aunty...” she said slowly. “What’s all this I’ve been hearing about Ranma getting money... and you mentioned a... business...” she slowly took another sip.
Smiling, Nodoka was beaming with pride. “Why, Yes, Nabiki. I was talking to the real estate agent this afternoon and even faxed over Ranma’s signature for the document.” she leaned over and smiled at Nabiki. “Tell me dear... have you ever heard of the “Pink Kitty”?”
“......” Yes, Nabiki HAD heard of the Pink Kitty. It was a Strip Club not too far off from Furinkan High School... a place even SHE had worked at a few nights earlier on in her career of being the Tendo Mercenary before realizing it was MUCH easier to con people out of money with gambling than having to shake her goods for it. “...Maybe...” the Tendo daughter finally admitted. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Granted, she had a feeling what it meant... but she’d prefer to hear it out of the other woman’s mouth. Besides, Nabiki was pretty sure the former owner was about to ‘check’ her credentials, and really, if she wanted a man that much of a fat prick, she’d be trying to seduce Genma.
And did someone just mess with the Tint control for the world?
Ranma was just pawing the air, trying to get his sight back.
“Here you go, Son,” Nodoka purred, offering him another glass.
*SQUISHY*!
Well, the grope was just the starter price, as far as she was concerned. And like he didn’t know what he had in his hand! “A little to your left, Ranma.”
*SQUISHY*!
“Sorry, my left, your right.”
Ranma blinked his sightless eyes and—despite what his mother thought—wasn’t sure what he was groping. But finally he moved his hand to the right.
*SQUISHY*!
Suppressing a shiver of delight, Nodoka told him, “No, manly son, now you’re back where you started.”
Moving his hand over to the right one more time Ranma smiled as he finally took hold of the offered glass and brought it to his lips. He reared his head back, once more downing a “No-Chan Nuke” in one shot. He smacked his lips and mumbled, “Tasty...”
Wanting to get things moving along once more, Nabiki asked the Saotome Matriarch, “So... the Pink Kitty... Ranma has interest in it... perhaps... purchasing it?” If he did, that HAD to be Nodoka’s idea. No way did that spineless—until pushed too far, as she found out recently—wimp would go out of his way to buy a strip club! Not that she would tell her ‘clientele’ that. Oh no, they paid for news, not complete honesty and full disclosure!
And why was she hearing Smurfs singing heavy metal?
“Purchase what now?” Ranma asked, as his sight finally returned ... and everything resembled a Noire film. He could even hear a cheesy saxophone in the background.
Nodoka just glared towards the side. Damn neighbor kids, couldn’t carry a tune if they had a bucket. “Well, in this economy, it is always best to look into businesses that are recession-proof, as well as easily manageable, that will allow my son to develop a skill-set that will serve him well in years to come.”
The fact he’d be nailing hot women and providing her a multitude of grandbabies was icing on the cake... really!
Nabiki considered the woman’s words... and had to nod her head. “True... when people get depressed, they, most ironically, spend more on their personal vices to escape the real world... tobacco... alcohol... sex...” she tilted her head and raised her hand up. Good Kami-sama! Where did the Smurfs get a Snork Trumpet Band?
“Damn...” Ranma grumbled as he shook his head. Despite all the music, he realized the Neko-Ken had gotten pretty quiet. He hoped that he hadn’t drowned the poor thing in alcohol.
Yep, now that it no longer scared him, now that it suffered as he had... he felt protective of that part of his psyche, like one would a favored pet or an abusive spouse via Stockholm Syndrome...
Shaking his head—and ignoring the sloshing sound he heard—the raven-haired martial artist sipped more of the drink. His mom expected him to run some place and learn a skill set! Why? Why couldn’t people just accept he was a martial artist and leave it at that!? It was always, ‘Ranma, get a job’ or ‘Ranma, study in school’, and ‘Ranma, put on this dress and dance the MIB song’.
Pausing in his thoughts, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. ...Where did I hear that last one from? he asked himself, sipping his drink.
Smirking, Nodoka finished several pitchers of her most banned illegal famous drinks, from her “No-Chan Nukes” to Sayoko’s “Apocalypse Now Bombers”. Oh yes! Someone was going to need to review some security footage tomorrow! Oh! Maybe she’d wind up with a new title this time again! Duchess of Sussex wasn't as glamorous as she thought it would be...
Finally Ranma shook his head before speaking. “Damn, mom...” he gasped out, trying to force his body to do what he tried to mentally command of it. “With all of these drinks yer makin’... why don’t YOU want to work as my place’s bar-tender?” If she was going to force him to be stuff he didn’t want to be, he could try and push back some!
Smiling at her son’s obvious and loving praise of her talent, the Saotome Matriarch calmly shook her head. “I’m sorry son... but this is really a skill YOU should be learning...” she rubbed her chin in thought before offering, “You know, my son... if you DID want help with picking out your staff and having someone be a ‘mother superior’ figure, someone to keep them in line... I MIGHT be interested...”
That way, she could look over these ladies for herself and know EXACTLY what kind of woman she was putting into her son’s bed and therefore, what kind of grandbabies she could get!
“...Sure!” Ranma chirped, trying to turn slowly around and sit down in the hot tub—slow being the operative word, as he couldn't feel his other hand. Oddly enough, he could feel the finger tips.
Besides, if he was forced to do this, at least with her there, the Old Man wouldn’t throw a fit, not if his mother expected him to be there. And with her there, maybe the fiancées would stay away too!
...Well, probably not... Nabiki would sell him out before they got out the front gate.
Man, I can’t wait to sell him out as soon as I’m out the front gate, Nabiki thought with devious glee. She just needed to get some feeling back into her legs, pull out her cell-phone, call for a ride and then make more calls on the way back home.
Oh yes, Ranma was going to pay for her humiliation back in the bathroom. No one did that to her and got away with it—the fiancées would find out and then Ranma would never know a moment’s piece again while she got a piece of the action from—
“Say, Nabiki,” Nodoka spoke up, breaking the Middle Tendo Daughter’s line of thought. “How would you feel about a job at my son’s place if he offered it?”
“...Say what now?” the pigtailed martial artist asked, having caught his mother’s words. “You want me to hire Nabiki!?”
Even the currently hallucinating Tendo reacted to that. Well, she tried, and ended up nearly busting her jaw on the side of the hot tub. Luckily, her body still had enough sense not to screw her over and stopped the slide.
But did she want to be working there? Ah hell, not like it’ll be open that much longer after I sell his ass out. “Sure, Auntie,” she spoke, her words slightly slurred as she tried to force herself standing against the edge again—she swore her breasts were drowning.
Nodoka just smiled as she attached the tray to the allotted place in the tub, and made her way to get into it. After all, a hot tub full of liquor just wasn’t as much fun as one would think. The fact it put her between the alcohol and the teens where they’d have to reach over her heaving bust to get them was purely coincidental! “That’s wonderful, Nabiki-chan,” Nodoka said happily. “With you handling his accounts and finances, I’m sure that his club with be a success!”
Nabiki smirked. Ah yes, she could see it now... giving her direct access to the books? It sounded like a good time to try her hand at embezzlement. She was pretty sure that at least initially, she could make some big money... and then when the place failed when the Fiancée Brigade destroyed it, no one would be the wiser and wonder where all the money they DID take in went to.
“So I take it this means you’ll be sleeping over tonight?” Nodoka asked. “I think you should come with us tomorrow to see the Pink Kitty for yourself. I’d like another woman’s opinion on the place, such as if we should make any changes.”
This time, it was Ranma’s muscle memory that kept Nabiki from needing to dentures before Age 18.
*SQUISHY*!
It was also his luck the save ended up being mainly supported by Ranma using her right breast as a handhold in his arm bar.
“STAY THE NIGHT!?” both yelled, oddly both also noticing an echo. Granted, Ranma knew he was likely stuck with his mother all night—overall, it was just easier than arguing with her. But Nabiki!?
“Yes!” Nodoka replied, a big smile on her face. “Nabiki can stay the night!”
“...Mom...” Ranma said slowly. “I thought you said the only bed in the house was your own... and that it would be a tight fit with the two of us!”
Surprised that her son could remember that, despite the alcohol, Nodoka merely nodded and accepted such was a sign of how manly a man her son was. “Well, son, I may have misspoke. It’s just that your bed hasn’t been made yet, the special sheets I ordered came today, and with all the excitement, I haven’t had time to fully make it ready.” That and she’d had no time to store the sexual aids, attach the lube dispenser to the wall, or even polish the mirror above the bed! She just didn’t want him to see it incomplete! “But my bed should just be roomy enough for us all to squeeze into!” Especially if the blankets just happened to be too small for them to do anything with and if she turned the air conditioner to ‘balls blue due to frostbite’ mode...
Nabiki just blinked, before looking down. Was Ranma’s hand on her breast, or was she imagining it?
*SQUISHY*!
Nope, she wasn’t imagining it... but why would he be groping onto HER breast?
Deciding to try and get things moving along once more so she wouldn’t have to consider the insanity that kept popping up, the Middle Tendo Daughter asked, “Say, Nodoka... what made you choose the Pink Kitty of all places? I know there are more clubs out there... ones that are more popular... and don’t have any bad... ‘history’ to them...”
“Yes, and that is why they would’ve cost more than they were worth,” the Saotome Matriarch explained. “Because of the goings-on that happened at the Pink Kitty, I stood to get it at a very reasonable price! They’ll even pay to clean up the blood stains and repair the bullet holes!”
Ranma just blinked his eyes as he considered what his mother said.
Blood stains?
Bullet holes?
“Whoa,” the raven-haired youth muttered, pulling his arm back and incidentally causing Nabiki to lean into him, as she tried to finish off her first “No-Chan Nuke” and was failing miserably. “Was it a fight club or something?” he asked, starting to feel as if he were finally getting back to what mattered.
“...They had fights, yes,” she offered, sitting down on Ranma’s free side, and sliding close to him. True, those fights usually involved J-ello, pudding, and one time, Coolwhip... it was only the last day for the last incarnation of the club that involved guns, knives, a rubber chicken, and a possible RPG.
“Here you go, Son! Let Mama refill yours and Nabiki’s glasses!”
“N-none for me, thanks...” Ranma mumbled slowly, trying to think of a polite way to tell her, ‘for the love of the kami, no more!’ Finally he went with, “I’m drivin’!”
At that comment, Nodoka smiled. “Speaking of which...” she said slowly. “Once we finish up seeing the establishment and getting it signed over... how about we head over to City Hall and have you signed up for a Driver’s License?”
Despite her No-Chan Nuke... THAT made Nabiki sober up REAL fast. “You want to give Ranma a DRIVER’S LICENSE!?” she managed to yell, causing Ranma to wince as she did so right in his ear.
“Of course,” the auburn-haired woman replied, waiting for the Middle Tendo to stop sliding against her son before refilling her glass, getting her son’s on the way back. So cute that he didn’t want to get smashed and not be able to achieve an erection!
That was why she was refilling their glasses not with No-Chan Nukes but “Blue Pill Bonanza”—she didn’t just want to watch as the Tendo girl got rode. “And surely my son deserves a proper ID. Why, you need an ID in this day and age, especially since we’ll need it for certain other licenses for the club!”
And should the need arise for a Marriage License, well... it was One-Stop-Shopping!
Looking at his glass, Ranma wondered for a moment why it was blue... but then felt GREAT relief as he realized he was seeing color again. “Okay, mom... sure... I’ll get a license so I have a real ID... then I can own a club and drive and... do business things and... er... what else do I need it for?”
Seeing how her manly son was getting into the swing of things, Nodoka smiled with pride. “Oh, you can use it for lots of things, Ranma-honey. Such as applying for credit cards or even gambling!” Or marriage licenses or marriage annulments...
She had nothing against divorce—Kami-sama knew she was already planning her and Genma’s. She also wanted the option available should Ranma’s first wife proved not to be... “adequate”... and was stingy with making grandchildren!
Nabiki just sipped her drink, wondering why her seat—Ranma’s thigh—seemed to have a pulse. Saotome... with a license to drive...
Immediately her mind was assaulted by images of Martial Arts Racing, Martial Arts Defensive Driving, Martial Arts Road Rage, Martial Arts Taxicab Driving...
Wait, that last one was already around...
Besides, when would Ranma drive? Hell, he’d never driven before, as far as she knew. He could already get across town faster than any vehicle. “Um, Nodoka,” she started, before blinking, wondering why she kept on calling her by her first name instead of Aunty—and not being told otherwise. “Doesn’t Ranma need to learn to drive first?”
The woman smiled with pride. “That’s the thing... I have a friend who works as a City Clerk, one of Tokyo’s paper-pushers... and he happens to owe me a couple of favors...” such as finding out he liked it ‘in the back door’ and she kept her silence since college. “He’ll know identification is important and so he’ll give my manly son a Driver’s License... granted it’s likely best for my son to learn to drive before he actually goes out with it, but the license IS important...”
Ranma was already considering the angles.... Anything Goes Martial Arts Racing, Anything Goes Martial Arts Defensive Driving, Anything Goes Martial Arts Road Rage, Anything Goes Martial Arts Taxicab Driving...
Wait, that last one was already instituted... except when he participated, it had been with Rickshaws and him against Mousse.
“I wonder if I could create Anything Goes Martial Arts Go-Kart Racing...” he mumbled while he was at it, his drunken mind already wondering where he could pick up banana peels and turtle shells en masse...
And stars! Yes, don’t forget the stars!
And where had his right arm gone? It just... blended in to a skin-tone wall with reddish-brown moss on the top... that now seemed so far away. Freaky!
Nodoka just paused a moment with trying to grab her son’s left arm to put over her shoulders. Strip-club/Go-carts... could be something there... maybe add some ramen at the bar... YES! We could have a breakfast and lunch bar now! After all, sometimes, the best part of waking up, was a stripper serving you ramen in a cup!
With another money-making idea in the bank, the Saotome Matriarch finished putting her son’s around her shoulders, allowing her to snuggle into his manly side, smiling gently as he seemed to gaze longingly at the Tendo girl’s back.
“Man...” Ranma mumbled, as he tilted his head back. He blinked his eyes once, twice, not sure what he was looking at. Deciding to keep talking, or else he knew he’d fall asleep, he asked, “Hey... is that an awning or something?”
“...Whoops,” Nodoka muttered, reaching over the side and hitting a button, causing the awning to unfold. “Yes, I had it installed a few weeks ago, after I... fell asleep and got sunburned.”
“A few weeks?” Nabiki muttered, slowly turning around—maybe if she looked at them, those echoes would stop. Why did that seem to trigger something in her mind, a distant memory? “Oh!” she stated, finally getting the memory and being thankful that large spring in her seat was no longer poking her lower back. “So you probably didn’t get to see Chopper 4 going down.”
“...Yes, never saw it,” Nodoka replied quietly. Such unmanly newsmen; one hot woman sunbathing nude in her hot tub, and they freak out and crash their news-copter into Tokyo Bay!
Still, it made her year, and she even bragged about it on her Facebook. Of course, then the government got involved, and made things worse. Now, how would she keep her girls naturally tanned?
“My manly son,” Nodoka spoke up. “Perhaps you could turn the roof into a sunbathing area... set up a nice spot with an almost resort-like feel but with fencing around the perimeter, marking it as private property... emphasis on private...”
At that suggestion, Nabiki blinked her eyes. Even drunk her mind was out to make money. “Hey, that sounds guuuuud...” the Middle Tendo slurred. “Make a VIP club atop the club!” VIP meant people had to pay more money to experience it! More money in her pocket!
Considering what was said Nodoka nodded her head in agreement, as the middle Tendo was now facing them, her eyes slightly unfocused, her son’s manly hand still groping her chest, having slid to the other side as Nabiki had turned. “Oh yes, all good clubs need a VIP area, and the girls would love a place to naturally sun themselves.” Although, she might have to have some people look into making certain the roof could handle a pool.
You always sun near a pool, that was the first thing they taught girls in college... well, what she taught them, aside from how to spot a guy with an STD.
“Okay,” Ranma admitted, not really sure what all was going on with his new Go-cart club, but a sunlit track sounded neat. He tried to take a sip of his drink—as well as ignore the technicolor fringe in his eyesight—but found his arm somewhat hampered by his mother. Still didn't stop him from bringing his drink closer, or forcing his mother's cheek to his own as he finished it off.
Nodoka smiled as her son gently nuzzled against her. “Yes, Ranma... you like that idea? A sunbathing area with a pool and cabana... oh, and here’s an idea... put a bar up top and in the middle of the pool. People would have to swim up and forced to get some exercise AND stay within the legal limit unless they want to drown!”
“...Okay, mom,” Ranma muttered, finishing his drink, a little dripping down the side of his lip.
Nodoka smirked as she turned his face slightly. “Missed a bit,” she murmured, as she brought her tongue out, licking the slow-moving fluid, and finally meeting his lips, where her tongue forced them open to deliver the runaway liquor.
When their lips parted, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “...Mom?” the pigtailed martial artist spoke, feeling her hand trace along his face.
Smiling, Nodoka replied, “Yes, my manly son?”
“Am I underneath the legal limit right now?” he asked in all seriousness.
Considering that for a moment, the Saotome Matriarch honestly replied, “Nope... I don’t think so.”
“...Didn’t think so either...” and like that he passed out against his mother.
Nodoka smirked. Oh, her son was just SO silly sometimes. But she did know how to bring him out of it, even as she watched Nabiki continue to slowly sip her drink.
With her free hand, Nodoka trailed it down her son’s chiseled chest, around his large package that she hoped to get better acquainted with in a bit, and over his large balls, to find her target, aim one finger, and—
“HELLO!” Ranma squeaked, very much alert, and looking around nervously.
At her son’s VERY conscious state, the Saotome Matriarch smiled with pride. No one ever slept through the ‘Old Wakeup Call’...
Except that one guy, but she didn’t know he was dead.
“Welcome back to the world of the living, my manly son...” she said with a small, disarming grin. “Are you ready for another drink?”
Looking at his mother with a blurred gaze, the pigtailed youth didn’t know how to reply to all the offers for more alcohol except what personal experience taught him. “You’re not planning to bury me inside a mountain and seal the entrance with a boulder, are you?” From the stories the old men went on about, this sounded a lot like ‘Step One’ of their plan to get rid of ‘the dreaded master’ once and for all.
“No, my dear,” Nodoka stated. She may have wanted him to herself but she wanted grandbabies even more! If she had to share him, she would!
Considering what Ranma has suggested, Nabiki hissed as she finished her own drink. It would have made it a lot easier to sell him to the other girls then. Seal and hide him away and just sell a map; not her fault if they couldn’t read it right.
“Now, this one is called a ‘Nookie Nova’,” Nodoka stated, pouring each a new glass. This one had a bit of Blue Pill, a bit also fruit juice, a portion of energy drink, and a vitamin booster. Didn’t mean it still couldn’t start a farmer’s tractor if needed. But she preferred her men to have more than just a bit of wood.
She liked them moving too... most of the time. I really need to see if I can still fit into my old dominatrix outfit tomorrow! That would be perfect for interviewing the girls in!
Despite better judgment, Ranma reared his head back and drank the alcoholic concoction his mother came up with... he turned green in the face slightly. Even though he already had a great tolerance to harmful carcinogens due to the Tomboy’s toxic cooking, Ranma was starting to learn a basic truth.
Never mix alcohols.
“...Mama...” Ranma said slowly. “It is considered ‘unmanly’ to blow chunks?”
“Yes, my son,” Nodoka stated. She was not going to buy new filters for it this early. Worse still, you could never really get that ‘puked in’ smell out ever... as a few former friends of hers could testify to!
“Tee-hee,” Nabiki giggled. “Chunks.”
Eyes narrowed, Nodoka knew she was reaching a line. Cross it, and her son wouldn’t likely nail the Tendo girl tonight—her own fault for letting society teach him values instead—and thus wouldn’t use her barely coherent form for a night of grandbaby-making, and thus would likely cut down on her own time.
Of course, it would also mean more time for herself to enjoy her son.
I hate impossible choices! she mentally cried.
Deciding on discretion being the better part of valor—and the fact she might need to ease her son a bit more into tapping his mother’s fine ass—Nodoka made the hard choice to give the Tendo girl fruit juice the rest of the night... or until the girl had been taken once.
After that, let the girl sleep it off. Nodoka was going for an all-nighter... just like in college, just without Ikuko complaining that she couldn’t sleep with their yells of passion and the bed shaking.
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