[Episode 252940] [Episode 252940]
Since he’d entered the bathroom, Ranma had taken advantage of the time spent berating Akane and lecturing Temari to distract himself from his painful erection. He had been especially worried that his fiancée would notice, despite the bagginess of his pants. The Tomboy was in a volatile enough state already, it wouldn’t take much for her to fly in a rage.
However, it was becoming harder and harder for Ranma to stifle his urges. Having two cuties clad only in towels in the same room as him was making things much more difficult. He just would get no chance of calming down before a while, unless he found some alone time with Mrs. Rosie Palm and her five daughters.
Unless he took advantage of the situation in a different way. Now, he would never had even considered it before Cologne-chan started his sexual education, but the randy matriarch had since then done a lot to ease up his sexual morals. The little foursome she induced with Linlin and Ranran was probably the last nail on the coffin of his decency.
“You know, Akane... Temari-chan’s right. You’re just being silly. After all, we’re both betrothed, maybe you should start to get used to the fact that we’re gonna play ‘fiancés games’ sooner or later....”
Akane gasped, her face livid. “Never! Why you pervert, if you think I would let you—”
She was, however, cut off by Ranma’s derisive snort. “Oh? Then, you’d rather have me explain everything to your father? How you’ve been mocking him and the arranged marriage agreement between our families for so long?”
This actually shut Akane up. Absentmindedly, she clutched the towel closer to her body. “You... you can’t do that. He’d never believe you in the first place...”
“Don’t be so sure, Akane. I bet I can provide some proofs... like getting Shampoo or Ukyô to confess. Heck, with Shampoo, it can’t be too hard convincing her... And besides, you want to try and explain him what you were doing to our guest in the bathroom? I doubt your father will buy the pretext of ‘impromptu sex education’...”
Temari looked like she wanted to protest again, but Ranma shushed her with a simple gesture. He was focusing on Akane. The latter was expressing disbelief, unable to comprehend how her usual doormat of a fiancé could have come aware of her secrets, and threatening to spill everything to her family. She was staring straight into his eyes, searching against all evidence for a hint that he was joking, but he seemed entirely serious. Akane’s own eyes filled with tears as dread was invading her.
“No! Please, Ranma... I’m... I’m sorry... I know we’ve been unfair with you, but you can’t rat on us just like that...” she pleaded.
“Oh, really, you’re sorry?” he answered in a dismissive tone. “Well, that’s new. I didn’t expect you to say that. Well, as I’ve already told you, personally I don’t care much one way or the other... but if you want me to keep pretending being your fiancé... then at least I shoulda get something in exchange....”
Akane’s hopes were rising again. “Yes, I promise! I’ll be nicer with you, Ranma. I’ll stop calling you sick and perverted and forcing you to eat my cooking or pretending—”
“Tsk, tsk, not so fast, Akane. You didn’t hear what I wanted of you yet. Well, okay, about your cooking, that would be a good idea. But I won’t mind if you call me a pervert from times to times... ‘cause now, you’ll have reasons too.”
“What?” the Tendô girl croaked, not believing her ears.
“Yeah, Akane... as a comeuppance for all the aggravations you’ve caused me... I think that, for now on, I’m gonna ask you to start performing your ‘fiancée’s duties...’”
Akane stood agape for a short while, overwhelmed by the enormity of Ranma’s demand. She was more astonished than truly outraged, at least at first. “N...NO! Not that! Ranma, you can’t... you’re not like that!” she finally articulated.
“I’m not? Really? After all these times you accused me of philandering? Implied that I was of screwing around with every girl we knew? And now, you have the gall to tell me I’m not like that, in the end? Well, too bad, Akane. But you’ve finally managed to convince me, through sheer repetition... I must be a hentai, after all. And as such, why wouldn’t I act like it, and harass a bit my uncute lesbian of a fiancée? Even though she’s built like a brick?”
Akane was distraught enough to not even react to the direct insult. Instead, she attempted to call on his mercy. “But... but... You can’t do that to me! I mean, you’ve just admitted that you knew... that you knew... that I don’t like men... You wouldn’t force me to do something like that....”
Ranma sighed. “Akane, I could have felt some pity for you not long ago... but not since I’ve found you busy corrupting the youth. You’ve seriously abused of my good will. It’s time you get some comeuppance.”
The teenage girl looked about to burst into sob, but this didn’t placate Ranma-kun. Well, not by much.
“Besides,” he pursued, “I’m pretty sure your dislike of men is more due to the idiocy of Kunô and his Hentai Horde... you’ve never actually tried anything with a guy, right?”
Akane nodded frantically.
“Then, you can’t know whether you’d actually enjoy it — physically, at least — or if you’d be truly disgusted by it... until you’ve done it.”
This didn’t seem to soothe Akane’s fears much, and she still looked on the verge of panicking. But Ranma shrugged, unmoved by her distress. “You’re free to refuse, Akane-chan. Then, we’ll just have a talk with the whole family. On the other hand... well, let’s make a deal. You let me do whatever I want to you, this time, and afterward I’ll shut my trap. If you find out that you honestly, deeply hate it, then I won’t touch you ever again. I’ll find another way for you to repay me next. Is that fine by you?”
Akane didn’t respond, still trembling for a short while, her eyes fixing the floor. Ranma’s patience was wearing thin. “Or should we prepare your coming out for the whole family right now?” he threatened.
Akane gulped, looking as if she was forced into a life-or-death decision. She still had trouble fathoming how wrong she could have been about Ranma. She (as well as Ukyô and Shampoo) had always thought that he was a complete pushover when it came to intimate matters, and thus the perfect foil to hide their mutual attraction for the fairer sex. And here he was, browbeating his fiancée into offering sexual favors if she wished to preserve the masquerade.
To tell the truth, Akane had been feeling guiltier and guiltier over the whole thing lately. Compounded by her growing crush on Ranma-chan, she had been more and more tempted to come clear and to beg her fiancée for forgiveness. She hadn’t expected him to have known everything already, and certainly not that he’d want her to apologize to him with her body. But this explained why, despite her strong reluctance toward men, she didn’t respond with blind rage or utter disgust to his suggestion.
Sniffing a bit, she finally lifted her eyes up, before nodding. “Okay... you’ve won, you bastard... I’ll... I’m... letting you... do your thing... but just this once...”
Temari-chan, still sitting on the stool, blinked toward the grown-ups. She had only cursorily followed the argument between the couple, and was feeling a bit left out. “What are you talking about? Try what? Are you still mad at each other?”
Akane blushed, unable to face her younger friend, but Ranma grinned triumphantly. “Don’t worry, Temari-chan. We’re fine. Akane-chan here just agreed to play some adult games with me.”
“For real?” the little girl enthusiastically beamed, clapping her hands. “That’s so cool! Can I stay and watch? Please? Please!? Pretty please!!?”
Akane gasped in horror. “No, Temari-chan, you can’t! You should go back home now!”
Ranma frowned. Why should Akane feel the need to be so protective over her young friend, when she already did so much to turn her into a lesbian? That was hypocritical. “Wait, why not?” he countered. “I don’t mind, for one.”
Akane’s head snapped back to stare at Ranma-kun. “You can’t be serious? You can’t let her watch us while... doing...”
Ranma’s initial suggestion was more to rile up Akane than anything else; seeing her take the bait was, naturally, only making him even more contrarian. “And why shouldn’t we, Akane? You’ve already started giving her a quite thorough sex education; you shouldn’t stop like this in the middle. And she seems quite eager to learn, to boot.” Of course, Ranma had no views toward the younger girl. Not at all. Not any more than with Linlin and Ranran, at least.
“Oh yes! Yes, please, Akane-chan, please, let me stay. I won’t bother you, I swear!” Temari pleaded again, along with the doe-eyed trick.
Akane was about to object something else, when Ranma stepped closer to her and whispered in her ear. The physical proximity made her shiver with nervousness. “Or are you simply jealous, Akane-chan? Are you afraid I could divert her from your lesbian teachings? Do you fear I could profit of the situation to take her sexual awakening in my own hands? Are you thinking so low of me, Akane-chan?”
The unusual endearment term, coming from Ranma, was more creeping out Akane than anything else. She didn’t say what she really believed Ranma-kun was capable of, not after he surprised her already by revealing he was aware of her trysts, and willing to use it as blackmail material for sex. She was starting to realize that she had misjudged him for so long — or maybe that he had changed for the worst in the last weeks. Either way, she couldn’t any more predict how her treacherous fiancé would react. But soon, her overactive imagination was building up a conclusion that fitted with her worldview: if she wanted to preserve Temari-chan’s innocence, she had to sacrifice her own virginity in order to keep the lecherous boy occupied, and her young friend safe and sound.
Akane let out a long, defeated sigh. She stepped backward, away from Ranma, though the wall of the bathroom prevented her from going far. Steeling herself, her eyes left the floor to glare anew at him. “All right. How are we going to do it?” she asked, her tone casual only in surface, but her voice trembling underneath.
Ranma, savoring his victory, resisted the temptation of stroking his needy shaft through his pants on the spot. With a leer, he just said, “Take off your towel.”
Akane’s confidence crumbled a little. “You mean... we’re going to... here?”
“Well, yes... maybe we can move elsewhere later, but for now, I don’t think we’ll be bothered.” Ranma stated. Furhtermore, he was getting impatient. “Now, drop that rag, Akane!”
The Tendô daughter, her cheeks on fire, slowly opened the towel, exposing her nude shape underneath. “That’s so embarrassing...” she mumbled.
Ranma felt his hard on twinge immediately in reaction to the sight catching his eyes. Damn, even though he’d called her uncute countless times, Akane sure had a nice body. Her boobs were far from the flatness he’d always accused them off, and her hips were full and shapely, but nowhere close to the size he usually implied they were. A fine, sexy female body which just asked to be groped. After dropping the towel to her feet, she instinctively attempted to cover herself with her hands, but Ranma ordered her to keep her arms away from her private parts while he ogled.
“You find that embarrassing, Akane?” her fiancé mused while unbuttoning his shirt. “But compared to some of the things you’ve done with your lesbian friends, that’s nothing.” He added, tossing away the cloth, quickly followed by his muscle T.
“Are you saying you’ve been spying on me and Shampoo and Ukyô?” Akane asked, trying to distract herself from the fact that her fiancé was currently disrobing.
“A few times,” Ranma admitted. “Quite by accident. As I said, you weren’t as sneaky as you believed.” He was now letting his silk pants fall down his ankles, leaving himself wearing just his boxer shorts.
The bulge tenting the front of said underwear was now unmistakable. Akane’s eyes grew wide, and she shivered anew, probably in fear. Or, as she was telling herself, more likely in disgust. Certainly not in anticipation.
Ranma’s fingers went to the hem of his last garment, when he glanced to the side at Temari-chan. The brown-haired girl was staring at him raptly, a finger to her mouth. In fact, that was probably the most unabashed gaze he had ever felt over his male body. Even Linlin and Ranran were at least showing a bit of shyness. Not at all with the Kaminarimon martial artist. She wasn’t hiding her interest the slightest, although it seemed mostly fueled by youthful curiosity.
Smirking, Ranma didn’t hesitate for long. He would have been reluctant if not for his recent sex marathon with the Chinese twins. By now, he had accepted that pre-teens could have a healthy interest in sexuality, and their own nascent carnal urges. So, smirking, he pushed down his boxer shorts, freeing his turgid manhood to the open air. The male organ bobbed up and down, looking in some way quite happy to be away from the restricting fabric.
Akane gasped, then without even thinking she just jumped closer to Temari-chan to cover her eyes. “Hey! I can’t see!” the latter immediately protested.
“That’s useless, Akane...” Ranma smugly spoke. He was standing with his hands on his hips, his pole jutting proudly from his midsection. “You didn’t think Temari-chan could learn anything without seeing me naked, right?”
“Point that thing away from us!” Akane insisted, apparently not listening to him.
“No can do.” he mocked. “Not when we’ll need this for your training.”
“What training?” she hissed, a bit confused.
“The training to shape you into a proper fiancée.”
Before the nude Tomboy could protest, Ranma stepped closer to the girls. Akane leaned backward in reflex, but Temari was struggling against it, and she was pulling on her friend’s hand to peek through the fingers. She giggled when Ranma’s thick log came into view, not a foot away from her face. “Big...” she whispered.
“Come on, Akane, stop this silliness.” Ranma firmly told her. “For your first exercise... well, I guess you’ll have to get used to my thing before we move to anything else. So, get on your knees before me, and start stroking it.” he added, pointing at his rigid manhood.
“What? You don’t think I’m going to...” came the protest. But Ranma silenced it with a frown and a “hum-hum” from the back of his throat.
Akane tried to sustain his steely, blue-grey gaze, but she quickly lost her nerves. She was about to ask him that they at least get away from Temari-chan, but she guessed the inquisitive cutie would just as likely follow them. She sure looked fascinated.
Defeated, Akane sighed, and kneeled on the floor before him, just like he ordered her. Then it struck her. She was on her knees, naked, before an equally naked male. All she had to do was raise her eyes, and she would get a close-up of his gross, venous, throbbing phallus. This was demeaning. This was humiliating. This was her worst nightmare come true.
This was... exciting?
No way. She couldn’t feel any thrill while in such a posture, even a guilty one. In fact, she had resisted any of Shampoo’s and Ukyô’s suggestions for the last week that she’d join in their games involving Instant Nannichuan, on either side of it. Sure, she couldn’t deny a little twinge of curiosity, but she couldn’t find the courage. The idea that her usual sex friends could turn into males and then have their way with her in that form would be too much to stomach.
On the other hand, she was starting to regret being so chicken. Maybe it would have better prepared her for the task at hand. At least, it would have given her a hint about how to start. “What I am supposed to do, now?” she asked a bit briskly.
Ranma huffed. “You take the shaft in your hand and you massage it — slowly. And carefully. If I ever feel you’re going overboard with your usual brute strength, I swear, I’m gonna bop you.”
Akane grunted in annoyance. Still, after some short stalling, she obeyed and approached her hand from the purplish rod of flesh. She seemed even more hesitant to actually bring her fingers to it and close them around the cylinder, but with a bit more urging from Ranma she finally crossed that threshold. The contact with the meaty shaft wasn’t as revolting as Akane expected. It was warm, soft on the outside but strangely hard on the inside, and throbbing against her palm. Even if she’d always avoided porn involving males, she knew what it was supposed to look like. Still, it was the first time she actually touched a penis, and she found it a quite puzzling experience. Nonetheless, she surprised herself by not vomiting on the spot.
“Is... is it feeling good?” she asked timidly.
“Well, you aren’t stroking it much yet... you can give it a bit more effort... hmmm... yeah... like this... not too fast... it’s beginning.”
Akane, at first, avoided looking too directly at the obscene thing in her hand, using only the sense of touch. But, feeling its stiffness increase between her digits, she couldn’t resist glancing at it. She observed the effect her hand was having, the mast growing slightly and the glans fully emerging from the foreskin. Little Ranma had already been mostly erect, however, so the change wasn’t that spectacular. Since it wasn’t doing much to her, her interest was quick to wane.
“Pfff... that’s so typically male... you’re only concerned with your thingie and the pleasure it can give you... not at all with your partner...” she grumbled.
Ranma lifted an eyebrow. He understood where the complains were coming from, but he had plenty good reasons for taking it slow. “Akane, you’re way too high-strung to be feeling any pleasure even if I started to sex you up right now. You should first focus on what you’re doing, and secondly relax. When the time will be right, I’ll blow your mind with my fingers only. For now, it’s my turn.”
“Yeah, right...” Akane dismissed. She didn’t believe a second he could be as good as he pretended to be. No man could. On the other hand, Ranma was a girl half the time... so maybe he wasn’t as clueless as the average boy. Who knew.
“I would so much prefer you to be girl right now...” Akane sighed, her hand still moving amateurishly on the prick. Then she froze, realizing she actually said that out loud.
“Oh, I bet. Too bad for you, this is not going to happen, Akane.” he said with a smirk.
“Why not? I’m lowering myself to sate your beastly urges here... can’t you give up a bit of your pride to return the favor?” she tried, aware that her argument probably wasn’t very good.
“This has nothing to do with it... you’re the owing me big, here, Tomboy. So you’re the one who’ll do as I say and give me my fun. Not the other way around. I ain’t going to cater to your lesbian leanings with my girl-side. You’ll just have to suck it up, Akane.”
“Alright, alright, I get it...” she pouted, increasing the pressure of the handjob.
“Hey, not so fast...” he warned her. “By the way, when I’m saying ‘suck it up’, it ain’t just figurative, if you get my drift.”
Akane actually stopped stroking him. She fixed the turgid prick with horror, before looking up to catch Ranma’s eyes. “You can’t be serious! I can’t... I’ve never...”
Again, Ranma made a disapproving face. “You swore you’d do anything for me, at least this one time, Akane. It’s too late to back off now. What, you thought you’ll keep your mouth pristine and virginal? This is exercise number two. Come on, it can’t be tasting worst than your cooking anyway....”
“You bastard....” she swore between gritted teeth.
Temari, who’s been observing raptly all this time, leaning forward on her stool, was a bit puzzled by the last exchange. “Hu... what do you mean, Ranma-kun, Akane-chan?” she asked. “What’you going to do next?”
Akane turned toward Temari, appalled. She had almost forgotten about the little girl’s presence, which ashamed her. She was about to say something, but Ranma beat her on the punch. “Oh, it’s a real funny game between fiancés, Temari-chan. There, let me show you...”
He grabbed Akane’s head by the temples, and she let out a panicked “Eep!”. Then, aligning her face with his manly rostrum, he brought the tip closer to her mouth. Akane struggled, eyes and mouth stubbornly closer, and the first two attempts resulted in the tip just grazing her lips before rubbing her cheeks.
“It’s called ‘fellatio’, Temari-chan, and it consist in the woman taking the man’s willy in her mouth to suck on it like a teat... now, if the Tomboy would just stop being uncute...”
Akane opened her mouth to make a lashing comeback, only to realize too late this was a mistake. The bulbous head immediately slipped between her lips, giving her a first taste of the male organ. She groaned in protest, the musky scent of maleness filling her nostrils. She gripped Ranma’s arms to try pushing him away, but for all his quips about her gorilla strength, the pigtailed martial artist was no slouch either. Before she realized it, Akane had a mouthful of cock between her jaws. She was fleetingly tempted to bite — fleetingly. For all of Ranma’s easy-going demeanor, she was pretty certain that it would earn her a slap. It was bad enough already that Temari-chan assisted to this lewd spectacle, how much more traumatizing would it be if she saw Saotome deciding to truly rape his fiancée?
Yes, it was the reasoning behind Akane’s final acceptance of the situation. She had to protect Temari-chan from Ranma’s lusts, and also to preserve her poor, innocent mind from witnessing something harmful to minors. Violent sex really wasn’t on the top of things she wished her young friend to learn. So, resigned to her fate, she stopped resisting the pull of his hands and allowed him to fill her mouth with more male meat. Starting to produce saliva abundantly in response to the cock-sucking, she let her lips slid to and fro around the inflated manhood, covering it in glistening spit. She even wiggled her tongue, rather instinctively, against the venous flesh, despite not caring much for the manly flavor.
Breathing through her nose, she was aware of the rather obscene slurping an sucking sounds that were coming from her, but she couldn’t do anything against them. There was just now way she could stay silent while being forced to swallow a penis. Her throat was just moving on its own accord, producing muffled sounds of (maybe) protestation. Those where getting louder when the tip of the prick bumped against her tonsils. She was clearly not ready for any attempt at deep penetration, and hoped Ranma was getting the message.
Temari-chan leaned even closer, her face level with the joining, utterly fascinated.
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