[Episode 252093] [Episode 252093]For the next few days, Ranma was acting as if nothing special had happened, just as was the habit for him for some time already since he lived in Nerima.
Which didn’t mean that he wasn’t quite embarrassed by what he had done in the Nekohanten. Sure, Linlin and Ranran were quite clearly overjoyed to finally experience some grown-up loving, and had been entirely willing under their silly denegation, but he couldn’t help but think that they’d been a bit young to know any better, despite Cologne’s affirmation that they were mature enough by Nyûchezu standards. The pigtailed boy was starting to believe that all Amazons... hu, Joketsuzoku, sorry... were all quite oversexed, with Shampoo just being the worst case.
That didn’t really make him feel any more at ease, though. More importantly, he was starting to wonder what was really his relationship with Cologne-chan. Rather than a lover, he often felt like she was more of a mentor to him, in the sexual matters just as much as the martial arts. However, it had been quite pleasant training, so he’d never regretted it. Until she showed him that she didn’t mind screwing someone else, even if it meant giving a pair of airhead cuties some impromptu sex education.
Well, he didn’t really felt bad about it... since he could convince himself that it has been useful if it meant the twins wouldn’t follow straight into Shampoo’s footsteps. Not that he knew exactly how giving them both a good screwing would avoid this... at least by maybe making reducing Shampoo’s direct influence on them? He wasn’t too certain, but hoped for the best.
Ranma had been a little worried that their little orgy would give him some unreasonable attraction to little girls, but this fear had very soon gotten crushed... he found out he had still an eye for the grown-up ladies... or the sexy teenagers. In fact, even more than before. Which in turn had started to worry him.
Before, he would have thought that Shampoo could catch her eyes... not after having accidentally caught the nymphomaniac enthusiastically riding her father months ago... while the latter was a panda. Ranma was convinced the memory engraved in his brain would be enough to definitely kill any arousal toward the little zoophiliac. But these days, he’s surprised himself at ogling the purple-haired wonder on the street while she was riding her bike in those ultra-short cheongsams. Problem was, Shampoo radiated sexuality at all time, she was aware of it, and even knowing how twisted she truly was inside it was still hard for any red-blooded male to feel absolutely nothing toward her body.
But the Chinese Dynamo was hardly the worst of his problems. He didn’t cross her that often, after all. It was different with the Tendô sisters. He lived with those. Sure, he had noticed from the start how attractive they were, but he’s always consciously buried any feelings for the trio since it could result in the ultimate loss of freedom — marriage. And between the lesbian youngest one, the greedy bitch middle one, and the way-too-saintly older one, promised to Tôfû-sensei to boot, he had thought none were really his type. Better sow his oaths on the outside, with a much older woman who could satisfy entirely his lusts — or at least that’s what he had believed.
Today, however, things had changed, and Ranma had no clear idea why. For example, when he’d crossed Nabiki in the hallway just today, his gaze just couldn’t resist linger on the rump clad in bike shorts that was her casual attire for inside the house. Just as he couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as was usual for her. Why do everybody complained about his girl-side not bothering for those, while Nabiki received almost no slack over it? And worst of all, Ranma just couldn’t control his imagination, and draw a comparison between how Nabiki was leisurely sucking on a chocolate bar with some much more obscene oral activities. She had to be doing this on purpose; it wasn’t possible for a girl to be so suggestive while eating and not realizing the effect she had on males around.
Sighing, Ranma just headed toward the kitchen to grab a snack. Eating was one of the few things that could distract him from unwanted arousal. Pushing the head-level curtain, he saw with no surprise that Kasumi was already there. As usual for her, the cook was lovingly preparing food, wearing her frilly apron and nothing else...
“Whoa, whoa...” Ranma mumbled, blinking his eyes several times. Of course not, Kasumi wasn’t nude under her apron. She was wearing her usual housewife dress. Where would this weird image come from? He was starting to get worried about his own imagination, which had been dragging his mind in the gutter more often than not lately.
“Hi, Ranma-kun. You wanted something?” Kasumi finally asked to the indecisive boy at the entrance.
“Hu... it’s okay, Kasumi-san, I’ll just grab something to snack...” he answered, uncharacteristically trying to not look in her direction. “Where’s Akane?” he then asked, more to distract himself than anything else.
“Ho, she’s in the dojo, doing a bit of sparring with her friend...”
“Her friend?” Ranma inquired.
“Yes, you know, that little girl who’s using classic toys in her martial art... what was her name again? Ah yes, Temari-chan.”
“Right, I remember. They promised to train together from times to times...” Ranma nodded while picking an apple. Biting into the fruit, he walked out of the kitchen. “I’m gonna see them. Maybe doing some kata to change my mind, too...” he added.
Reaching the dojo, Ranma heard the sounds of sparring before even going through the door. Inside were Akane wearing her yellow gi, and a young girl in street clothes, a short red skirt and pink shirt. One shouldn’t judge Kaminarimon Temari by her looks alone, of course. Despite being no older than twelve, she was nonetheless a master of the Good Old Days Martial Arts, and certainly on par with Akane’s fighting prowess. Honestly, Ranma thought she was probably better, and that Akane just got lucky during their first fight. Both were far from his own level, naturally.
Still, he watched them for a while as they sparred. Temari held nothing and was forcing Akane on the defensive with her weird but efficient techniques, such as throwing Iron Tops like shurikens, the Cat’s Cradle Hundred Threads, or simply using a ball or cup-and-ball toy as a weapon. Akane, thankfully, knew most of her tricks by now and could fight on even ground, using her greater strength and stamina against the frail girl. Temari was still dishing out in retaliation, though, making Ranma glad that this was just a friendly spat.
While observing their technique, Ranma once again couldn’t help but notice how Akane moved, how the rippling muscles underneath her gi were betraying her power while not undermining her grace, and how it would be interesting to feel that body beneath his fingers and massage out the kinks from the fight...
“Grumf!” Ranma grunted between gritted teeth. Since when was he starting to get excited by his butch fiancée? That wasn’t natural! And utterly useless, anyway, since she held no interest in males. What was he thinking? It was entirely hopeless, and did he forget already he never forgiven her for using him as a decoy? All she’d ever seen in him was a handy foil to get the Hentai Horde out of her hair, and to hide her lesbian hijinks.
Without thinking, Ranma diverted his attention to the other combatant. The brown-haired girl was cute too, after all, and she got nice legs that her outfits certainly showed off.
“Gah!” Ranma slapped a hand on his face and kept his eyes shut. “That’s it. I’m definitely turning into a sicko...” he thought. It was bad enough fantasizing about the Tendô daughters, but Akane’s young friend too? What next? If Hinako-sensei ever surprised him ogling her younger form, he was so dead...
Meanwhile, the two girls were starting to work quite a sweat with their training and slowed down, before agreeing to end it. Akane wiped her forehead, and for the first time seemed to notice Ranma’s presence.
“Hey, Ranma? What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing, I was just watching you spar. You didn’t do too bad there, for once, Akane.” he offhandedly said.
Akane scrunched her nose from the half-compliment, half-insult, not deigning respond to it. “Well, if you wanted to train with us, that’s a bit late. We’re done for today, right Temari-chan?”
“I guess so. Hello, Saotome-kun.” the young girl saluted.
“As if I could get something from training with you... no, I’m just going to do a few katas.”
Akane bristled, but she wasn’t in the mood to get into a fight with her fiancée right now. “Well, have fun. Us, we’re gonna take a bath, we need it after that good tumble. You’re coming, Temari-chan?”
“Yeah, sweet!”
“And... don’t even dare think about peeping on us, you pervert!” Akane finally added for Ranma, just before leaving the dojo with a giggling Temari.
“AS IF I WOULD—” Ranma yelled in return, but the girls had already departed. “Uncute tomboy...” he mumbled to himself. Akane really was annoying by calling him a pervert all the time. Okay, unbeknownst to her, for once she was closer to the truth than usual. Which was quite ironical... he wondered what Akane would say if she’d knew about his trysts... somehow, “pervert” wouldn’t even cut it anymore.
“As if she’s one to talk...” he grumbled. True, it always took some gall from her to treat him like that when she just couldn’t keep her panties on around Ukyô or Shampoo. Or whatever poor clueless girl she seduced lately....
Ranma, who’d just started doing a kata, stopped dead on his tracks. “Waaaaaaaaiiit a minute...”
Akane? And Temari-chan? Taking a bath? Together? Ranma tried to remember if this was a habit of them whenever the younger girl came to visit. He never paid any true attention to this until now, but he wondered...
“Naaaaa....” he concluded for himself. Akane would never... would she? That wasn’t her style... I mean, yeah, she’s quite interested in other girls, but she wouldn’t pick one as young... she’s not like that....
Well, at least Ranma thought she wasn’t like that. One the other hand, he too had believed to not be like that just a few days ago, until Cologne-chan convinced him to deflower a pair of cyan-and-teal-haired twins. But he couldn’t generalize his own case to his lesbian of a fiancée, right?
On the other hand... he would never know for sure if he didn’t check... and if Akane was abusing the poor girl, he would forever kick himself... but Akane wasn’t like that, right...
Well, he’d been persuaded he wasn’t like that either...
“Ah, Dammit!” Ranma cursed while violently tussling his own hair. What should he do? He specifically promised to not peep... well, no, he began saying he would never do it because he had no interest in the Tomboy. But now that was different... the innocence of a young girl was at stake....
And no, even Ranma wasn’t naïve enough to convince himself of this one. But at least that gave him a nice pretext....
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