[Episode 255158] [Episode 255158]
Fûrinkan High School had many peculiarities compared to other Japanese high schools, and not solely due to the few unusual students that frequented it. Mostly, this was the result of Principal Kunô’s weird ideas about academic needs.
Among these peculiarities was a full abandoned wing of the buildings going in disrepair, and thus being forbidden to visit from the students. Any other school would have probably either rehabilitated it, or definitely condemned it because of the risks, but not Fûrinkan. This time, though, it wasn’t Principal Kunô’s fault: having lost the conflict against Toramasa Kobayawaka, the Kage no Don, the headmaster had to promise to leave the secondary shop, and thus the whole abandoned wing, intact.
Not that the old man was the only one taking advantage of said decrepit building. Tonight, for example, it was the chosen place for an age-old ceremony of times immemorial... the Fûrinkan Secret Society gathering!
Well, okay, maybe no so age-old. To tell the truth, it was one of the first of such meetings. Said Fûrinkan Secret Society was pretty recent, in fact. Loosely inspired by American college brotherhood (not something common in Japan), it was an informal gathering of Fûrinkan students, who have sworn to protect their school from its enemies, within or without.
Or maybe not. You’d have to ask the founders to get an idea of the real goals of the society. Those were, by the way, the two guys wearing fully concealing cloaks and presiding the ceremony. Said founders were addressing a small crowd of Fûrinkan students, a pretty mixed gathering save for one thing: the attendees were all males.
“Brothers! Since before the dawn of history our sacred order has held strong against all who would challenge us. Against all who would oppose us, we shall prevail! For we have strength! And Courage!”
The spectators were repeating the last word of those final sentences, though with moderate enthusiasm. Apparently, they needed more convincing about the whole thing. The speaker smirked. He had something that should perk their interest.
“Those who would join with us in the sacred bonds of brotherhood must show themselves men enough to face what all mean fears... Bring forth the Honored One!” he concluded for his partner.
The second founder then guided from beyond the shadows a third cloaked figure. In the center of the room was a small fence put forth in a round shape, providing a kind of improvised fight ring. The new figure stepped above the fence, revealing shortly a dainty, feminine leg.
“Show the candidates in... they must show that they are worthy!” the speaker resumed.
From a side room were introduced five boys of various size and build, all of them wearing just a towel around their waists.
“Unveil the Honored One!” ordered the founder, a bit of trepidation in his voice.
His accomplice complied, wiping away the concealing cloak... and revealing, under the dim light of the room, a completely naked female body. Toned, muscular, sculptural, with tanned skin devoid of any swimsuit marks, and long purplish hair toped by odango, the woman took a lascivious pose and smirked saucily.
Most of the attendees caught their breath in awe, though there were also cat-calls and whistling.
“Whoa!”
“Cool!”
“Awesome!”
The candidates, for the most part, stared at her lecherously, although some gulped when she returned their gazes defiantly.
“Ahem... second, read the sacred rules.” the president of the society instructed, his voice less steady than before.
“Our Honored One should be thoroughly oiled. Candidates shall attempt to pin her using only legal wrestling holds, but the Honored One may fight to retain her virtue with any means at her disposal. Combat shall continue until one participant shall speak the sacred safeword.” He then handled a bottle of baby oil to the naked beauty. “Thy sacred oil, O Honored One. Take it if thou wouldst show entry into combat of your own free will.”
Shampoo smiled and took the offered oil. Then she spurt it in her hand and began spreading it over her whole body under the mesmerized gaze of the audience. Over her full breasts, mashing them together in the process. Over her strong hips and thighs, fingers lingering on her bare midsection. Over her toned ass, which she showed off by slowly turning around.
Several casualties were to be noted amongst the watching boys, spontaneous nosebleeds and unconsciousness claiming them one by one.
“That’s so awesome, Hiroshi...” whispered the cloaked second to his accomplice. “I can’t believe she accepted to take part of this...”
“Shampoo? Ho come on, Daisuke, you know her. As long as it’s kinky, she’ll be all for it.”
“Still... you aren’t afraid this could get... overboard?”
“Nah. There’s the safeword, and Shampoo is too good to hurt someone seriously unless she wants it. Nothing can happen she doesn’t let happen. Enough chit-chat, watch.” Now out loud, he called: “First combatant!”
The first boy let go of his towel and entered the ring stark naked. He was a karateka, a former member of the Hentai Horde, so he was telling himself he was used to tangle with powerful women... while his eyes couldn’t help stay glued on the exposed boobs giggling not far away.
Shampoo noticed this, huffed, and took a defensive stance. Willing to give him a small fighting chance, she let him lunge at her. As expected, the boy aimed straight at one of her breasts, his hand grabbing the mammary flesh... which slipped away immediately because of the oil.
Shampoo was upset; it had hurt a bit, and if her opponent had been serious he should have tried to catch her arms rather than cope a feel. So she riposted with a quick jab of her finger in his left eye. The boy yelped, fell to his knees, and was soon calling “Uncle...”
“Next combatant!”
The second one was also from the Hentai Horde, but unlike the previous fighter his martial art of choice was obviously sumo. Shampoo perked her nose at the sight of the obese teenager (with a small dick). Unlike the Japanese girls who sometimes treated them as living gods, it wasn’t exactly to her taste.
The sumotori began with the classic, sacred stance of his art, legs spread, and Shampoo rolled her eyes. She was a bit surprised when he charged her, however, and managed to catch an arm and bend it behind her back. Now reminding that sumo is a genuine martial art, and that she should take him seriously, the Jokuzetsu champion did exactly that. To the sumotori’s great surprise, she counter-grappled him and lifted his enormous mass with one arm under the belly, directing the throw with the other. Amazed by this show of strength, the fat guy was basically calling “Uncle!” at the same time he was painfully hitting the ground with his back.
“Next combatant!” Hiroshi called, while cursing inwardly against the pair of wimps. No wonder Akane Tendô trashed them every morning.
The third combatant was rather small but very muscular, and his stance hinted of a wrestler. He was also, to Shampoo’s mild surprise, quite hairy, something that nudity made much more obvious. She thought it was rare amongst Japanese. Still, he wasn’t her type either, and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake as with the sumotori.
So when he lunged toward her legs to trip her, she jumped out of the way and riposted with a strong smack of her palm, which landed on the bridge of his nose. The boy fell on his rump with a hand over his face. The pain, plus the sight of the blood on his hands, decided him quickly. He called “Uncle...” too, fearing that he’d just gotten a broken nose.
“Next combatant...” Hiroshi called. That one should be short.
Hikaru Gosunkugi, both arms crossed over his private parts, hesitantly walked into the ring. Shampoo’s sole reaction at the sight of the pale, scrawny, baggy-eyed boy was to glare at him in disgust, hands on her hips.
Hikaru tried a timid grin, which died on his lips immediately. Though it was quite exciting to be on the same ring as the naked beauty, the harshness of her gaze was quick to make him lose his nerves.
“UNCLE! UNCLE!” he exclaimed after a few awkward seconds, frantically stepping out of the ring. This elicited uproarious laughter from the audience, and a quizzical look from Shampoo.
“See... nothing to fear here...” Hiroshi sighed.
“That bunch of cowards are gonna waste the show...” Daisuke grumbled.
“Wait, there’s still Jieremi-kun. Maybe it’ll be different with him...” Hiroshi countered. “NEXT COMBATANT!”
The last of the candidates, Shampoo recognized as a classmate of Ranma and Akane. He was somewhat towering over the others; not that he was so tall, but the Japanese boys just looked small in comparison. This one was obviously of mixed stock; indeed Jeremy was the son of an African-American soldier and a Japanese mother.
When he removed his towel, there was a collective gasp from the audience, as well as widespread feelings of inadequacy. Not only was his manhood bigger than average, but it was obviously erect; no wonder considering the spectacle given by the Chinese girl thus far.
Shampoo licked her lips. Now this one was catching for the eyes; it was starting to get interesting. “More oil!” she demanded of the perverted duo, who complied immediately. Even worst than earlier, Shampoo made a show of anointing her whole body. The leering boys who had survived the earlier nosebleed surge were now drooling like dogs.
Jeremy was sportingly waiting for her to finish, while ogling appreciatively. He didn’t stay idle for long, though; hissing, Shampoo charged him, intent of drawing the first blood. If he was a weakling like the others, she wanted to know it from the start.
The tall boy was indeed caught flat-looted as Shampoo’s nails drew a pair of bloody line on his cheek. Unlike the previous combatants, though, he stood his ground and fought back, fired up by the pain. Wary of the tigress’s speed, he went immediately for close contact, trying to grapple her. He managed to catch the girl by an arm and bring her close enough for a bear hug. Shampoo was a bit surprised by his strength, and wiggled her oily body in an effort to let him go.
Anybody knowledgeable with the Joketsuzoku champion’s fighting style would have quickly concluded that she wasn’t giving her best. In any real fight, Shampoo would have probably already maimed the bigger boy, or at least knocked him out with a well-placed jab. She had plenty tender spots she could aim at, his raging hard-on just being the most obvious.
However, the purple-haired girl was having way too much fun with this nude wrestling. They rubbed into each other in a rather chaotic tangle of limbs and other dangling bits. Jeremy did slip behind her at one point, his erection grinding against her backside and his hands going for her breasts, but they were too slippery for any prolonged hold. Shampoo was soon turning the odds around, bringing him to the floor. At one point, the guy even got a faceful of Amazon cunt. In other circumstances he would have welcomed it, but here the arousal he felt was more distracting than useful. Though, from the wetness on his face, the girl was pretty much in the same state.
“Whoah... now that’s really exciting....” Daisuke commented, stroking his crotch through the cloak he was wearing.
“Shut up and just watch, dude...” Hiroshi shushed him, as things were getting very hot.
The two wrestlers were rolling on the floor, fighting for dominance. Now, if Shampoo was doing this mostly for fun, she was still a warrior of Nyûchezu. She wasn’t about to let any male beat her, even in a mock-fight, unless he deserved it. With a push of her strong legs, she skidded away from the big boy, who glanced at her in disbelief. Panting, both combatants rose to their feet, taking advantage of the little lull in the fight to breathe heavily.
Then Shampoo resumed the assault, throwing a low kick. Not one strong enough to smash through a brick wall; she had no intent to kill the boy. Instead, she was testing his strength and resolution. He didn’t disappoint, blocking the kick with one hand, although wincing in the process. Fully aware how deadly the girl could be if he didn’t neutralize her mobility, he lunged forward, grasping her long purple hair. Shampoo was crouching at the same time to seize his leg and bring him down, but he was steady, and the pain of the pull on her hair was making her lose focus.
Pushed as much by his raging lust than by adrenalin, Jeremy used his superior body mass to tackle the beautiful Chinese woman, and this time he managed to bring her down for good. Pinning her on her back, his large body atop her, his hands blocked her arms, spreading them on either side of her head. Oh, and his prick was resting against her furry mound.
“Say the word!” Jeremy commanded her.
“Shampoo champion of Joketsuzoku! Shampoo no surrender to any lowly male! Shampoo refuse to say the word!”
Jeremy shortly hesitated. It should be noted that his father had ingrained into him the respect for women, and that he would never consider raping anyone. However, he was smart enough to realize that when a girl bared it all and invited boys to nude-wrestle with her before an audience, then she was basically agreeing to anything that would happen to her. And besides, he knew about the Chinese girl’s reputation, even though it was the first time he got to have a taste of her.
“As you wish...” he answered somberly... then lifted his bottom just a little, before thrusting his hips forward. Through luck, or because he was simply good at aiming blindly, his cock happened to be perfectly aligned with Shampoo’s pussy. She let out a yelp as she felt the thick pole penetrate her, and she arched her back and squirmed quite erotically.
There was a collective gasp from the audience when they realized what was going on. Most of the boys were welcoming the switch from nude wrestling to even more intimate wrestling, although some of them were whispering worriedly, wondering if things were going too far, and maybe they should put a stop to it before they’d get into trouble.
Hiroshi, though his eyes were glued on the “combatants”, felt the change of mood. “Brothers, brothers!” he spoke. “May I remind you of the rules! She has to say the word! The fight isn’t finished as long as neither the Honored One nor her opponent give up. In the meantime, no-one is entitled to meddle until she had said the word!”
This calmed down the crowd; the proponents of intervening were a minority anyway. Thus they just settled to watch the sex show.
Jeremy, still holding Shampoo sprawled underneath him, was now pounding into her with abandon. His long shaft was fully imbedded in her vagina with every downward thrust, looking like he was trying to pin her to the floor. Naughty juices were beginning to escape from her pussy and wet the dust. Her thighs were spreading out to better allow access to the big boy fucking her. And then her legs crossed around his hips, her feet pushing his backside and encouraging him to speed up.
Which he did. The rocking of his bottom increased in pace, screwing Shampoo as if she was hollow. The Chinese girl was now sighing and moaning loudly, although nothing sounding like a safeword escaped her mouth. Her whole body was shaking from the intense drilling she was subjected to.
The audience had, by this point, pretty much gone mad. They were loudly woo-hoo-ing and encouraging the big guy.
“DO IT, BROTHER!”
“GO, MAN!”
“BANZAI!”
“AWESOME!”
“YEAH!”
Shampoo, maybe even further worked up by having a live audience, was now screaming in bliss. Her bangs matted by sweat and oil to her forehead, she threw her head backward and voiced her pleasure in a loud orgasmic yell, eyes rolling in her orbits.
Jeremy did stop ramming into her for her moment, although he himself has yet to reach the climax. “So, do you say it?” he asked again.
“Shampoo... never... say the word...” she panted in answer.
“Well, so be it, then...” the boy said, a wide smirk on his face. Letting go of her limp arms, he squeezed her breasts and resumed sexing her up.
Hiroshi jumped into the ring and harangued the crowd. “Brothers! That was the most awesome initiation ever! Our new inductee has showed us the value of determination. And our Honored One has showed us an ever more important lesson: the value of skinship... and sharing!”
At this point, Hiroshi was pretty much running out of his mouth, barely caring if his words still were meaningful. All it mattered was that they were convincing enough for the gathering to not object what he was about to do next.
Which was to open his cloak, unzip his fly and pull out his painfully erect cock. And then he kneeled next to Shampoo’s head, and offered her the tip of his organ to suck.
“Hey!” Shampoo protested. “You no defeated Shampoo in fair fight! You no hold right to her body!” she gasped, sounding a bit winded as Jeremy was still molesting her.
“Ah, but if our new inductee allows his brothers to share the claim that he has over you, then it makes it alright...” Hiroshi countered, knowing how the nympho worked. “Isn’t it true, Jieremi-kun? You wouldn’t deny your brothers the very day of your initiation?”
“Sure, dude... be my guest...” Jeremy nobly accepted. He was himself close to the edge. He didn’t care that the hot piece of cheesecake was mobbed by the others once he’d blow his load. She’d probably already agreed to the whole thing, hoping this would happen in the first place.
Shampoo wasn’t offered another chance to protest, as Hiroshi’s cockhead was already invading her mouth. Daisuke and several other boys were already stepping into the ring and taking off their clothes. She would have smiled if not for the fact her lips were forced into a round shape by the fleshy rod.
This was just the beginning of one hell of a gangbang. After Jeremy emptied his balls into her welcoming quim, he pulled out his softening cock and left the spot to rest a bit. Daisuke quickly took his place and penetrated her enthusiastically. It wasn’t the first time she was spit-roasted by the perverted duo — after all, they were the ones to suggest this little masquerade to her. As usual, they had delivered. Japanese guys were so much more imaginative than the dull men back at home.
For the next three hours and some, Shampoo was ravished non-stop by the “Fûrinkan Secret Society”. Every one of her holes were speared nearly permanently, in various positions, though most commonly on her hands and knees, the demeaning posture of a bitch, totally unfit for a proud Joketsuzoku warrior. The ones not fucking her were busy stroking themselves and spurting all over her, decorating her naked body with dirty cum.
Shampoo was having the time of her life. Well, okay, most probably the time of the week. The only thing she regretted was that Ranma wasn’t amongst her gang-bangers.
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