[Episode 253903] [Episode 253903]
Nabiki tried not to groan as she dragged herself through the Furinkan High gates. She had thought that with her new sensei in the mystic arts taking the previous afternoon off from her training, that meant actually skipping a day. Silly her — Mother Nodoka’s early morning wakeup call for a make-up session of exercises and kenjutsu training had been an unpleasant surprise, and the workout had lasted long enough that Ranma hadn’t had time for a proper massage before they’d needed to get ready for school while thoroughly killing her appetite (though Kasumi had packed her an extra-large bento). The only reason she was awake at all was the she was practically sloshing with coffee but that wasn’t going to last the morning, much less the full school day, and the couple of thermoses full of the same she had with her would only help a little.
And when she got home that afternoon she had another training session with her own personal Torquemada to look forward to. Yay her. And here I thought training in the mystic arts meant book learning, I really need to find out more about just what a Scout does....
Floating between Nabiki and Akane, her nature spirit fiancé was almost chortling, amusement coming off her in waves even as her eyes continually swept around in a constant search for the crazy Kuno that had attacked Akane the previous evening.
“You’re not exactly being sympathetic,” Nabiki growled. “I thought fiancés were supposed to support each other!”
Now Ranma was chortling, the ungrateful little wretch! Along with Nabiki’s equally wretched little sister. Voice strained by the effort to keep it level, the flame-haired succubus replied, “It’s somethin’ all martial artists hafta go through sometimes. You’ll be better for it.” As the giggling Akane nodded her agreement, Ranma continued, “When me an’ Akane get home from trainin’ with Ryoga, I’ll give y another massage an’ we can soak in the furo before bedtime. Besides, ya got the school day ta try an’ come up with somethin’ ta distract Mom, make the trainin’ less hard.” At Nabiki’s unconvinced scowl, the succubus added, “Hey, it worked sometimes with Pop — though that was usually giving him a chance ta stuff his face. I don’t think that’ll work with Mom.”
“No, from her figure I’d say food is not an overwhelming temptation for her,” Nabiki replied. On the other hand, she has been impressed with some of my speculations. Nabiki’s mind flashed back to the idea she’d presented to Ranma and Akane the previous evening. Maybe if she sketched out some Circles from what she could remember about sealing a Champion to a god, tried to modify them for nature spirits, showed them to her sensei when Mother Nodoka got home from work? It was something she needed to do anyway and they had a serious time constraint, no reason not to kill two birds with one stone....
Hours later, as she paused from scribbling down more notes around yet another intricately sketched out Circle to gulp down some lukewarm coffee (she’d stared down the one teacher to object to her in-class extracurricular activities), Nabiki reflected that it was a good thing for once that Ranma wasn’t sharing her classes — after the example she was setting, all moral authority she had in their ongoing struggle over paying attention in school would have collapsed. And the usual atmosphere of angry, resentful fear and hatred she’d been living in at school since her empathic abilities had manifested had been transmuted into bemused curiosity — she didn’t even have a headache.
Inspector Yosida Kenji smiled as he watched the waitress escort Nodoka to his lunchtime table. She was handsome in her business attire, her natural beauty actually toned down a little, and he thanked whomever or whatever had blessed him with the luck to be the investigator to first interview her about her husband’s whereabouts and activities years before. He hadn’t learned anything useful at the time, but it meant that when a half-trained Scout who’d found herself suddenly on her own after she lost her sensei to a ritual gone wrong had needed a police contact, his name had been the one to come to mind. Over the years since then they’d worked together on a few cases, some hers, some his. He wondered which it would be this time.
He rose to bow politely when she arrived, Nodoka sat down and laid a folder on the table to the side, then ordered her usual Pocari Sweat (she’d told him once that she’d acquired a taste for the sports drink when she’d taken up kenjutsu), and they made small talk as they waited for their meals. He was happy to hear that her son had turned out nothing like his father, and had accepted his mother into his life like they’d never been apart even to the point that she’d moved in with his fiancée’s family. Kenji remembered the first time he and Nodoka had shared a bed, the night after her divorce was finalized — and how afterward he had held her sweat-slick, naked body as she had sobbed out her grief. As he listened now to the wondering joy in her voice as she spoke of getting to know the magnificent, honorable young man her son had become and his extremely clever fiancée, he found it impossible to keep a smile off his face.
But then their meals arrived, and he sighed — fun time was over, for now. As soon as they’d separated their chopsticks and the waitress had left, he quietly asked, “So, yours or mine?”
Nodoka frowned thoughtfully. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “It’s that echo I told you about earlier, when I asked if you had records of anything happening in that apartment. I’ve learned more.” She told of the encounter she’d had with the summoned spirit, and Kenji nodded.
“Sounds straightforward enough, if bizarre — a murder and kidnapping. So why do you think it might be one of yours?”
“I’m not sure,” Nodoka mused. “Partly, it’s Noriko, I think she may have been an Awakened that didn’t know she was an Awakened — some have suggested that Awakened are more likely to produce echoes than Sleepers. That would give her some ... senses, feelings, that she wouldn’t have an explanation for and wouldn’t know to trust. I think that was why she sensed something wrong about her lover but didn’t act on it. Beyond that, I made her a promise.”
Kenji nodded again. “I understand. After sixteen years it’s a very cold case, one that’s not even official, but I’ll see what I can find. The file has the details?”
“Of course, everything Noriko could tell me about herself and her lover.” Nodoka put down her chopsticks long enough to hand the folder she’d brought across the table. “So, were you able to get an extended lunch break?”
“Yes, I was.” He grinned. “Do you want to finish lunch?”
“Now that you mention it ... no.”
Kenji closed the door to their usual room at their usual love hotel and turned, expecting his auburn-haired companion’s usual grimace accompanied by her usual biting comment about the much too overdone décor. Instead, he found himself knocked back against the wall when Nodoka slammed into him. His eyes widened as her mouth pressed against his hard enough to bruise, one hand tugging his shirt free of his trousers while the other scrabbled open button after button along its front. In moments his shirt was open and she was pushing it back off his shoulders. She pulled him away from the wall and slid the shirt down his arms to fall to the floor before reaching for his belt buckle.
“Whoa, easy!” he exclaimed, pushing her hands away, and almost choked when she actually growled. “No-chan, if you keep this up I’ll be the only one naked, and that’s just not fair!”
She stared at him for a moment, then laughed, and he relaxed slightly as her hands fumbled at her own buttons. Whatever had his ... not submissive, but gentle occasional bedmate so worked up, she was still able to see reason. His own hands grabbed his belt buckle, and in minutes he was standing naked by the bed, his cock already hard as he watched Nodoka’s already soaked panties leave a damp trail down the inside of her legs as she slid them down and off and kicked them to the side to join the rest of their clothes scattered on the floor.
Nodoka straightened and he felt his breath catch, again thanking his luck as his hungry eyes roamed over large breasts with only a slight sag (for their size) and rosy areola already crinkled tight, sleekly muscled abdomen, and paused at her shaven, wet-shiny shaven mound and nether lips. Then she was striding toward him and he looked up just as she laid a hand flat against his chest and pushed. He stumbled back a couple steps, fell backward when the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and she pounced, landing straddled over him on all fours. She stared down at his stunned expression for a moment before giggling and rising up to crouch over his groin. Her hand grabbed his cock, slid its head between her dripping folds, and she dropped, slamming his cock into her cleft as deep as it could reach.
Even as he groaned at the sudden tight, wet heat gripping his cock, his partner stiffened and began to gasp and shake with what Kenji was shocked to realize was her first orgasm. He stared at her for a long moment, then reached for her hips only to pause when she shifted, lifting her knees to place her feet flat on the bed, leaned forward to brace herself with her hands on his stomach, and began to bounce on his now rock-hard rod, accompanied by a steady stream of “Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!”
He grinned, excited by Nodoka’s enthusiasm, and reached around and between her arms to grab onto her swaying breasts. He was rewarded when she paused for a second, sucking in a breath at the sensation of his hands gripping her soft flesh. Then she resumed bouncing with even more energy than before.
Too much energy, Kenji dimly realized, as he felt his own need to release growing. He let go of her breasts to grab her hips, tried to slow her down, failed, and shouted as he thrust his hips up to bury his cock deep before exploding into the depths of her cleft. She continued bouncing as spurt after spurt filled her and his seed oozed out around the fleshy ‘blade’ impaling her. Finally, when he began to soften she slowed to a stop and lay down atop him, her face resting against his shoulder, her gasping breath hot on his skin.
His arms rose to circle her back. “Sorry I couldn’t hold back until you came,” he murmured.
“ ‘Until I came’ again, I think you mean,” she replied, the feel of her breath stuttering when she giggled. “We have time for you to make it up to me.”
His soft laugh joined hers. “I suppose we do at that, that was quick,” he agreed. “What brought that on? You aren’t normally so ... needy.”
“ ‘Needy’ is a good word for it.” She rolled off of him and reached for the tissues on the bedside table to wipe her cleft clean. “What I didn’t mention at lunch is that my son and his fiancée are sharing a bedroom, just a few rooms away from me, and the soundproofing isn’t what it could be. It has been ... frustrating.”
“Oooh, a fly in the ointment of your perfect happiness,” he teased. “I’m touched that you held off until we could meet, I’d have thought that you’d select another ride from your stable.”
Nodoka stilled, then sat up and stared down on him. “There are no other ‘rides’ in my stable, Kenji, only you alone,” she said softly, then giggled when he stiffened in sudden panic. “Relax, I’m not trying to entrap you,” she assured him. “It’s just that everyone else I’d consider know me either through business or the kenjutsu tournament circuit. Both worlds are very traditional, and personal reputation matters. You are the only one that knows me as an abandoned ex-wife and Scout that I want to share my bed.”
“Ah.” Kenji relaxed (and berated himself for his reaction — yes, he’d never wanted more from Nodoka than what they had, but women were often funny that way and he had a very low opinion of men that didn’t care). “So, why don’t we see about relieving your ‘frustration’ some more? It should make you easier to live with.”
Nodoka froze, eyes going wide, then blushed furiously. “Yes I suppose it might at that,” she replied, then before he could ask what that was all about she lay down beside him and kissed him on the mouth as furiously as her blush before trailing kisses down along his neck and chest on the way to his groin. As his stiffening cock slipped past her lips into her hot mouth to be stroked by her tongue, all thoughts of her odd reaction to his little jest fled. Damn, but it was good to be alive!
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