[Episode 253270] [Episode 253270]
Ranma sighed with relief as she jogged toward to the discreet entrance used by employees and residents of her new place of work. She’d missed the first subway she’d needed, and she didn’t think being late for her first real day (evening) of work would make a good impression.
Besides, she was looking forward to both the work and the energy it would give her to test her new limits and abilities.
Stopping in front if the entrance, she pressed the button the side of the door and waited. After a few moments, she heard the door click, pulled it open, and stepped in, greeted one of the security guards she’d been introduced to earlier, and dashed for the employee waiting room.
“Ranko, you made it — barely. Good for you,” a middle-aged brunette said when the short redhead hurried through the door, without looking up from her desktop monitor where she sat at a desk against one wall. “Everyone, this is Ranko, the latest to join our happy club.”
The girls on the couches and chairs scattered around the large room that hadn’t already looked up at Ranma’s entrance glanced over at the announcement. A few waved.
“Ranko,” Chika continued, Miura-san wants to see you in her office for a few minutes before you start.”
“What about my first client?” Ranma asked.
“He’s called to say he’s been delayed, so you have time. Change into the naughty schoolgirl uniform before seeing what Miura-san wants, and when she’s done with you go to schoolroom C to wait for him.”
“Schoolroom C, got it,” Ranma replied, and dashed for the door across the room to the changing room with its lockers and showers.
“Come in.”
Ranma stepped into Ayano’s office, to find her employer seated behind her desk busily typing away at her desktop computer. In one of the chairs in front of the desk, a teenage girl — even smaller than Ranma and with much smaller breasts even in proportion to her size, with frizzy black hair and a too-serious expression — turned in her seat to look at the newcomer, and Ranma’s soul sight kicked in. She’d found that it tended to do that, the first time she really focused on someone when meeting them for the first time. This time, the mix of swirling, translucent white and black seemed about the same as Akane’s, perhaps a bit more white, though the pattern was decidedly different — much more like Kasumi’s. I wonder if that has anything ta do with her potential for violence? Ranma thought as she took the moment needed to close the door behind her to suppress the soul sight again. If she was right, training the eldest Tendo was going to be even more difficult than she’d thought....
Shaking off the moment of introspection, the redhead bowed to Ayano. “Ya wanted ta see me?” she asked.
“Ranko, yes,” Ayano replied, and waved to the empty chair beside the other girl.
Ranma sat, and Ayano belatedly looked up and smiled at what she saw. “Looking cute,” she remarked.
Ranma struck a pose, hands clasped in front of her, shoulders slumped slightly, eyes downcast. “Fill-in-the-blank-sensei, this class is so hard, would it be possible for you to give me ... private tutoring?” she begged, glancing out of the corner of her eye to catch the faint smile flash across the new girl’s face.
Ayano chuckled, before she continued, “Ranko-chan, I want you to meet Teruyo-chan. She’s been here for a few months, and we’ve found that while she isn’t in great demand from our clients, she excels at tutoring — so she’s going to be your study partner.”
“Study partner?” Ranma asked, confused. “I thought we were gonna wait a bit before I really get inta the schoolwork.”
Ayano shrugged. “We were. But thanks to your training and final test Isoruko-san doubts that your popularity is going to fade much if at all, and he suggested that we not bother to wait for more free time that isn’t going to come. So you are going to need to arrive here two hours earlier than planned to study. If that isn’t enough, we’ll simply have to decrease your work hours for more time and take advantage of the occasional cancellation and no-show.”
At that, Ranma broke off her instant protest — coming two hours earlier wasn’t going to leave her with much time for Akane, but ... Nabiki sounded like we’re really gonna need the money, she mused. It’ll just be fer the school year, then Akane’ll be done and the baby’ll be here, an’ I’ll be able ta focus on gettin’ her back in shape and trainin’ her more. “All right, I’ll do it,” Ranma agreed, then stood. “Nice meetin’ ya, Teruyo-san,” she said to the other girl, who nodded back shyly. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, but I gotta git — got a client comin’ in any time now. Right?” she belatedly asked Ayano.
The madam laughed and waved her away. “Yes, that was all I wanted, go on, you can get to know Teruyo-chan tomorrow over a textbook.”
Ranma grinned and waved on her way out the door.
Behind her, Teruyo watched her leave, bemused. “Well, she’s certainly ... exuberant,” she said cautiously, so softly Ayano could barely hear her.
“I know, not much like the usual new girl, is she?” Ayano agreed. “Thanks for agreeing to the extra hours to help her out.”
“You’re paying for it, so it’s hardly an imposition. Was there anything else?”
“No, go ahead, I’m sure there’ll be some girls anxious for tutoring help in the waiting room, and you may get some clients tonight.”
Teruyo rose, bowed respectfully, and hurried from the room.
Ayano gazed at the door for a moment. Yes, that will work out nicely, she thought. Not only does “Ranko” get a top-notch tutor, but maybe some of her outgoing personality will wear off on Teruyo-chan, help her get over her father. Then she shrugged and turned back to her computer.
Kasumi sighed as she walked toward her room, a sigh of both contentment and frustration, though she couldn’t keep a happy smile off her face. Everyone had been happy to take up Nabiki’s offer, at least insofar as taking the afternoon off was concerned, Nodoka, Ranma, Akane and Xian Pu helping her finish up the current housework. And while the dinner out with Ranma, Nodoka and her sisters had been wonderful (Xian Pu had begged off without giving a reason), in the hours before then she’d had an unpleasant lesson about her life — if she wasn’t cooking, cleaning, shopping or doing the laundry or yardwork, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Sure, when the day was done she enjoyed reading her romances for a bit before she turned out the lights, but she’d had hours of free time before dinner.
Ranma, it turned out, had the same problem. She’d looked a little lost when Akane insisted that her lover was not going back out to the dojo to work on her katas after lunch. But Akane had come through, digging into the back of a closet for some of the board games the three sisters had played together before their differing interests had pulled them apart, and they’d roped in Nodoka and Xian Pu for fifth and sixth players. The games had been rather simplistic of course, the sisters had been years younger when they’d last pulled them out, but playing them had kicked off a wonderful “remember when” session. Even Nodoka had contributed, some of the games had been around when she had been a child.
And then dressing up a bit (and for Kasumi, putting on a bra to go with the fitted dress she rarely wore, the sleeveless one that only went down to mid-thigh) and the early dinner, at an actual restaurant rather than fast food (Kasumi frowned for a moment, Nabiki was being entirely too nice, she was up to something — still, whatever it was the young Tendo matriarch wasn’t going to figure it out tonight), and as a special miracle, none of the chaos that seemed to follow Ranma around had interfered — and then they had come home, Nodoka had settled in down in the family room to polish the Saotome family blade, Ranma had left for work, Akane had gone to see her friends for a new-school-year’s-eve get-together, Nabiki had holed up in her room, and Kasumi still had hours to go before bedtime, and no work to occupy it. I suppose I could simply pull out some of the romances I’ve already finished, Kasumi thought as she opened her bedroom door, stepped through ... and froze, eyes going wide at the sight of the figure stretched out on her bed.
Xian Pu lay on her side, her lush naked body on display, one leg cocked to give Kasumi a full view of her trimmed purple bush and already faintly glistening cleft. The Amazon smiled at Kasumi’s shocked expression, then swung her legs over and stood up, hands rising to lift her large breasts as unbound purple hair cascaded about her shoulders and down her back. “After too too good show Kasumi give this morning, Shampoo think right to return favor. Kasumi like what see?”
Kasumi nodded, still speechless.
“This morning, Kasumi offer self to Shampoo?”
Kasumi nodded again, suddenly blushing furiously.
Xian Pu’s smile widened, and beckoned. “Good. Come here.”
Feeling as if she had suddenly found herself in one of her novels — almost, one detail didn’t fit — Kasumi closed the door, then walked slowly forward.
As soon as she was within arm’s reach, Xian Pu released her breasts and reached out to cup Kasumi’s cheeks, rising on tiptoe and pressing her breasts against Kaumi’s to gently kiss the older girl on the lips. Lowering herself, she smiled again. “Shampoo thought maybe wait little little time, let Kasumi chase, but tomorrow Kasumi start training, be too too sore and tired to want anything but hot soak, bed. Same next day, day after, maybe weeks if work hard. So before pain, Shampoo and Kasumi have fun tonight.”
Kasumi finally found her voice, sort of. “Shampoo, I ... I ...” She took a deep breath even as she fought for the calm that was her usual state, the confidence that had carried her into her first time with Ranma. She was facing the major difference between what was happening and the romance novels that had helped guide that night. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.
“Really no know?” Xian Pu asked, voice husky as one hand circled the eldest Tendo. Fingers found the zipper at the back of Kasumi’s dress, and slowly pulled it down. She stood up on tiptoes again. “Too too loud scream first night with Ranma say different,” she breathed in Kasumi’s ear.
Kasumi’s felt the room grow even hotter as her blush deepened, sweeping down her neck and disappearing under the collar of her dress. “Th-that time R-Ranma was male,” she stammered. “A-and he was mostly in charge.” Voice falling to almost a whisper, she added, “And my romances don’t have two women, just women with men.”
Xian Pu stepped back and giggled. Kasumi marveled at the purely girlish sound — it always amazed her, how feminine the training-hardened warrior could act at times. The purple-haired girl said, “Kasumi really learn how pleasure male-type Ranma from romances?”
By now, Kasumi was wondering if she was going to faint, she felt so hot from her blush. She nodded.
“Maybe Shampoo use romances to practice reading,” the teenager said. “So, how far down Mother of All red?”
Kasumi’s eyes widened at the new title the Amazon had bestowed on her, but her wonder vanished as Xian Pu reached up to slide her loosened dress off her shoulders, the fabric falling down her arms to pool about her waist. Even as she slipped her arms free to allow the dress to fall the rest of the way down about her ankles, her new lover reached between her breasts and a moment later her bra sprang open, swinging wide to reveal her ample breasts, nipples already crinkled tight with lust. Here at least she had no reason to be embarrassed — almost no sag, and of those girls she knew only Xian Pu and Ranma had larger.
Xian Pu brushed Kasumi’s bra straps off her shoulders, and as the bra joined the dress on the floor Kasumi shivered at the feel of fingers sliding down to run across the swell of her breasts. “Kasumi too too ... Kasumi very red,” Xian Pu murmured. “Let’s see if Shampoo make more red.” Her head dipped as her hands slid down Kasumi’s sides, and Kasumi gasped as the Amazon’s mouth captured one hard nipple, tongue flicking across the cherry tip for a moment before lips closed about it, even as the wandering hands reached her waist and one slid around to grip a buttock as the fingers of the other stroked across the shaved bare skin of her mound and down between the already-damp folds of her cleft. Kasumi’s knees weakened at the feather-soft touch and she started to fall, only for Xian Pu catch her, holding her up. The teenager’s mouth pulled away from its captured breast as she straightened. “Kasumi go eat in short dress with no panties?” she asked, grinning up at the brunette she was supporting. “Kasumi too too ... Kasumi very careful how sit?”
Kasumi nodded. “Yes-s-s,” she stammered, even as she berated herself. Idiot! You wanted to be something more than just a food source — wanted real romance — so stop standing around letting her do all the work. Hesitantly, she bent her head, lowering slightly parted lips toward those of the shorter girl, one hand lifting to cup a full breast as the other found the small of Xian Pu’s back.
Xian Pu sighed into the soft kiss as Kasumi’s thumb brushed across her own crinkled tight nipple, then crouched slightly and shifted her hands, one rising up along Kasumi’s back, the other circling behind her knees. Sweeping the brunette off her feet, she swung around to drop her on her bed, then hopped onto the bed beside her. “Shampoo understand Kasumi too too ... very nervous, but Shampoo also think move too slow.” Leaning over, she again kissed Kasumi, and this time there was nothing gentle about it. Kasumi gasped at the intense, hungry pressure of her new lover’s lips, and Xian Pu’s probing tongue slipped through parted lips into Kasumi’s mouth, instantly sliding, circling, thrusting — so very different from Ranma’s gentle attentions that first night.
Kasumi moaned in delight, her arms instinctively circling the Amazon as their tongues dueled, and Xian Pu chuckled as she broke the kiss. “Shampoo think Kasumi like that,” she murmured, before leaning back down, and Kasumi groaned as the Amazon trailed kisses along her jaw, down her throat, her collarbone, hard enough that the motherly Tendo knew there was going to be no way to cover up the inevitable hickies. Especially in a gi, she thought, just before soft lips captured a nipple at the same time as she felt a hand pushing her legs apart. Her thoughts scattered as a finger again slipped between her slick folds, this time pushing into her, as deep as it could reach. She yelped, her hips bucking as the probing finger hit an especially sensitive spot.
She felt the vibrations of Xian Pu’s chuckle through the lips suckling at her breast, the jolt of pleasure causing her to twitch and moan, then the purple-haired girl abruptly released her mouthful and sat up, spun around and swung a leg across Kasumi’s chest to straddle the older girl, then leaned down. For a second Kasumi found herself enjoying a close-up view of Xian Pu’s engorged and dripping folds between spread legs, the patch of purple hair damp, before she felt lips and tongue licking and sucking at her own cleft.
For a time Kasumi lost herself in the rising pleasure of Xian Pu’s experienced attentions, her hands clutching at her spreadsheet, the other girl’s arms wrapped around her thighs to hold herself against undulating hips as Kasumi’s moans, cries, and demands for more filled the air, driven by the sensations radiating out through her, each stronger than the last, until at last Xian Pu’s tongue flicked across her clit, the dam burst, and she shrieked at the wave of pleasure smashing through her, the world going white.
When she was finally aware of herself again, she found herself looking at Xian Pu smiling down at her, the Amazon’s lower face wet with her juices and purple hair cascading down to frame the two girls’ faces. “Oh, my!” Kasumi gasped out, between pants for breath. That had been spectacular! Even better than Ranma on the first night, much better than the second time.
“Good to know Shampoo no lose touch,” the now grinning teenager said. “But Mother of All not take hint — Shampoo put legs where did for reason.”
Kasumi stared at her, confused, before her mind flashed back to the view — the very close view — she’d had of Xian Pu’s wet cleft, the strong scent of arousal, and blushed as she realized just what the other girl had expected. “I-I-I’m sorry —” she stammered, before she was cut off by Xian Pu’s lips on hers.
After a moment the purple-haired girl drew back, leaving Kasumi gazing up at dark eyes as she savored the flavor of her juices, familiar from many a masturbating session. “It not your fault,” Xian Pu said after a moment. “Mother of All new to this fun, still learning.”
On impulse, Kasumi reached up one hand to cup the back of Xian Pu’s head and gently pull her back down. Xian Pu closed her eyes with a sigh as Kasumi gently cleaned her face with kisses and licks. Finished, Kasumi whispered in her ear, “Please don’t call me that right now — later is fine, but right now it just doesn’t feel right.”
“Oh ... right. Shampoo no think —” Xian Pu started to say, blushing at the hint at incest, only to be cut off by a kiss full on her lips.
“And now it’s your turn,” Kasumi asserted, before grabbing Xian Pu around the shoulders and rolling the two over so she was on top.
As the two rolled, Kasumi’s leg slipped between the Amazon’s legs, and Xian Pu sucked in a breath when the Tendo’s thigh slipped along juices-slicked skin and the wet bush of the Amazon’s pubic mound. Kasumi paused for a moment, then shifted to again rub her thigh along Xian Pu’s slippery folds.
The friction pulled a faint, breathy shriek from Xian Pu as she arched her back, pressing her cleft harder against Kasumi’s leg. “Kasumi find first position warriors learn ... when wrestling,” she gasped out. “But not get it very right ... need this.” Cupping her hands over the older girl’s butt, she shifted her hips, pulled, and it was Kasumi’s turn to gasp as her own equally wet cleft and bare mound were mashed against Xian Pu’s thigh. The Amazon undulated her hips, and Kasumi moaned at the feel of her thigh and cleft rubbing against Xian Pu’s. “Kasumi do same,” the warrior ordered.
Oh, right. Kasumi blushed as she realized that she’d gone passive again. Awkwardly, she shifted her position atop Xian Pu, trying to brace herself and keep her weight off the other girl, moaning from the pleasure that pulsed through her as she moved — sometimes.
After an increasingly frustrating minute, Kasumi realized that her lover wasn’t moaning oddly, or gasping from pleasure, she was laughing ... well, giggling. Finally, Xian Pu clamped down on her buttocks, bringing her to a stop. “Important lesson for student,” the Amazon whispered in Kasumi’s ear, “when don’t know what doing, stop and ask teacher. Maybe teacher help, maybe make student figure out herself, but unless teacher total bitch asking can’t hurt. And battle sister no bitch — Akane, maybe, but no Ranma.”
Kasumi could feel her face heat — she was turning red again, and it wasn’t because of passion. “Uhm ... help?” she asked.
“Shampoo be happy to. Sit up.”
Kasumi levered herself upright, swinging her legs around and leaning back to brace herself upright on her arms, and Xian Pu lifted one leg. “Slip leg under,” she ordered. Kasumi shifted her right leg underneath, and the Amazon sat up. “Lift other leg.” Kasumi raised her left leg as instructed, and gave out a shuddering gasp as Xian Pu shifted her right leg underneath and scooted herself forward to mash her purple patch of hair against Kasumi’s own shaved mound. The teenager leaned back to hold herself up with her own arms as she undulated her hips, shuddering at the sensation and drawing another drawn-out moan from Kasumi. “Mother of — Kasumi do same,” she ordered. As the older brunette followed suit, rubbing their clefts together, Xian Pu twisted her upper torso so she could support herself on one arm. With her other hand she reached down to rub furiously at her clit, her fingers quickly coated with both girls’ juices. A rising tide of gasps, moans, cries and demands for more filled the room, as a wet spot spread across the bed sheets beneath their joined crotches.
Finally, Xian Pu’s extra attention bore fruit, and her arm gave way and dumped her onto the bed as she shrieked out the pleasure of the orgasm that ripped through her.
A sweat-coated Kasumi stopped undulating her hips when Xian Pu did and stared gasping at the teenager, her back arched, eyes closed and mouth gaping open as she sucked in deep breath. After a moment, the older girl lay down beside Xian Pu, closing her eyes and sucking in her own deep breaths.
After a moment she felt feather-light touches along her wet, burning folds. Her legs seemed to separate of their own will, and the fingers easily slipped past well-lubricated folds to sink into her cleft as deep as they could go and began to pump.
Even as her hips began to thrust upward of their own accord she felt a wet touch pushing against her mouth. She parted her lips and the fingers of Xian Pu’s other hand slipped inside, tasting of the same familiar flavor she had licked off the Amazon’s face earlier, along with another subtle flavor mixed in—similar, but different enough to be distinct. That mix of tastes seemed to explode in her mouth, flash down to tingle in her jiggling breasts and on down to her burning cleft. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on pumping fingers as her own orgasm erupted and she shouted, her clenched shut eyes leaking tears as wave after wave washed through her.
Finally, as the last echoes faded and she felt the fingers slip from her cleft to draw a damp line up along her stomach to draw a circle spiraling up to tweak a tightened, protruding nipple, she levered herself up and turned to smile down at the purple-haired teenager. “That was wonderful, thank you,” she murmured.
Xian Pu grinned back up at her, the hand playing with Kasumi’s nipple shifting to grasp the full breast and gently squeeze. “Shampoo not think Kasumi know word ‘fuck’,” she said, then giggled as Kasumi turned red and added, “We not done yet.” She giggled again as Kasumi’s eyes widened. “Hours yet before Kasumi need go to sleep, be ready for tomorrow. By then, Kasumi ... by then you will know all the basics, just need to practice ... often.” Her hand released the breast it was pleasuring to slip around Kasumi’s back and pull her down on top of the Amazon. “Xian Pu think ... I think we start with position called sixty-nine, and this time you get right,” she murmured.
Earlier:
Nodoka sighed happily as she knelt by the low table in the Tendo family room, placed the box with her cleaning supplies on the table’s surface, and started to unwrap the Saotome Family blade — her first day back, the games, dinner, all of it, had been wonderful. True, seeing her former ‘daughter’ walking around naked, with a tail, horns, and a strip of fur down her back to match the trimmed bush between her legs was taking some getting used to. True, she didn’t really approve of Kasumi’s blatant pursuit of Xian Pu. But Ranma’s appearance and attitude was helping the Saotome matriarch accept that the redhead was no longer human, with different needs and drives, and Kasumi was her own woman and a Tendo — Nodoka was not going to repeat the mistake she had made with her son by trying to force the younger woman into her own mold of the perfect woman. (Though she was deeply disturbed that Kasumi already fit her mold of a perfect woman and was apparently eager to break out of it.)
Katana unwrapped, Nodoka drew it from its scabbard, and gasped as she saw the blade. Rust! There was actually rust on the blade! It was only a few light spots, but she had cleaned the blade just ... Just weeks ago, the day Ranma announced he was now a lesbian. Have you really let yourself go this badly? She stared for a long moment at the evidence that apparently she had, then sighed before resheathing the blade. She would need to get some water to dampen the sandpaper before she continued.
She had just resumed her seat and was laying out the rice paper, powder ball, small bottle of oil, sandpaper and small bowl of water when the first sounds from Kasumi’s bedroom directly above drifted through the ceiling.
Nodoka paused in gently rubbing the damp sandpaper over a spot of rust on the blade in her hand, glancing up at the ceiling as Kasumi’s latest pleasure-filled shriek echoed through the house — that had to be the climax. At least, the first climax, she doubted it would be the last. The Saotome matriarch sighed as she remembered an evening weeks earlier, when it had been her self-declared daughter whose scream she had heard — and how that scream had disturbed her so badly that she had run away rather than stay and face the implications of Ranma’s decision. How she had failed her child. No more.
A sound in the hall drew her attention, to find a disgruntled Nabiki stalking through the doorway, changed from her semi-formal dress back into a tight T-shirt and high-cut shorts, a laptop in one hand. “I swear, she’s even louder than little sis and Ranma,” the pageboy-haired brunette grumbled as she plugged in her computer. She plopped down on the other side of the table, glanced at Nodoka’s cleaning supplies taking up the tabletop, then sighed as she scooted back slightly so she could partially support her computer on her crossed legs.
“Perhaps they are nearly finished now?” Nodoka offered, voice slightly breathy with the effort of fighting back a giggle. Nabiki’s room was right next to Kasumi’s (right between both Kasumi on one side and Ranma and Akane on the other, now that she thought of it), and the walls weren’t very thick at all — if Kasumi was that loud through the floor, the middle Tendo must have been getting a serious earful. It wasn’t really that funny. It wasn’t.
Nabiki looked suspiciously at the older woman, then sighed again. “No, as repressed as Kasumi’s been, now that she’s letting go she’s going to be going for hours. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wears out Shampoo-kun. I don’t think that girl realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.” Smirking, she added, “But at least it won’t be three solid weeks — with big sis starting training tomorrow, she isn’t going to be able to even think of sex for weeks, maybe months! Though you had better plan on getting up early tomorrow to handle breakfast. I doubt big sis will be up to it, and you don’t want to eat my cooking, much less Akane’s.”
Sounds started coming through the ceiling again, and Nabiki glanced up with a grimace. “Sounds like it’s Shampoo’s turn.”
Nodoka resumed smoothing away the rust from her neglected blade. “As you say, it is only for the one night before her training starts, then you’ll have weeks of peace.” Maybe. Personally, she suspected the middle Tendo was being unreasonably optimistic.
“Yeah.” Nabiki listened for a moment longer, then sighed and set aside her laptop. “So what are we going to do about the fathers?” she asked. “We have a happy little mix going here, and they don’t exactly fit. The fact Akane’s pregnant will help for awhile, but Genma isn’t going to take it well when he finds out you declared Ranma a ronin.”
“True.” Nabiki lifted the blade, examining it closely. That seemed to have taken care of the rust. She picked up one of the sheets of rice paper, folded it about the blade, and ran it from the fuchi to the tip. Even as she picked up the powder ball and began to tap it every few inches along the blade’s length, she thought furiously. She could not have those two fools disturbing Ranma and Akane — the two might not be married, and Ranma was now ronin, but their baby was still her grandchild and could not be endangered by the men’s shenanigans. “Ranma and Akane are a rather ... physically affectionate ... couple, wouldn’t you say?” she asked slowly.
Nabiki stared at her. Certainly, the lovebirds had been on their best behavior both at home and in public the one day Nodoka had been back, and certainly, how well they were getting along since Ranma’s acceptance of Akane’s terms was nigh miraculous, and certainly, they were more touchy with each other at home, but —
“And my ... and Ranma is very stubborn,” Nodoka continued, apparently oblivious to the middle Tendo’s disbelief. She picked up another piece of rice paper and began to carefully rub over the powder on the blade. “I don’t suppose she will be any more willing to cover up or keep to a more human form at home now that the fathers have returned than she was before. Between their obvious intimacy and Ranma’s state of undress and lack of humanity, I imagine Genma and Soun will be distinctly uncomfortable at home.”
Oh. Nabiki felt stupid, a sensation that was both rare and unwelcome. “An excellent point,” she agreed, looking appropriately serious. “You’re right, I don’t see Ranma backing down. And then there’s their inevitable interference in Kasumi’s training — Ranma’s response to that could be ... expensive. Even more so than the wedding fiasco. But where would they stay if not here?”
“There’s my home,” Nodoka suggested, “Its repairs are almost finished. We would need to arrange for someone to see to the cooking and occasional cleaning, but I believe they would find the atmosphere there much more ... congenial.”
Nabiki suppressed a wince. More yen down the drain. Ranma, you had better be very popular with your clients. “That sounds doable, if things turn out to be too ... uncomfortable for the fathers,” she replied, careful to keep a straight face. “But perhaps it won’t be necessary. I’ll have to have a talk with Ranma and little sis about proper behavior at home.”
“Of course,” Nodoka agreed, just as solemnly straight faced.
Both glanced toward the ceiling at particularly loud squeals from the bedroom above, then simultaneously sighed before Nodoka focused again on wiping her blade free of powder to ready it for its preserving coat of oil while Nabiki picked up her laptop.
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