Ready to leave for Akane’s room and get things moving, Ranma paused as Nabiki proved surprisingly shy and clingy. He supposed it was understandable as she’d just realized she was stuck in a submissive mood for the moment at least. “What is it?”
Nabiki fidgeted a bit before pulling the back skirt of her gown away, revealing her tattooed butt. “You didn’t check my tattoo...”
Ranma huffed an amused breath at the uncharacteristically cute Nabiki. “No need, it’s a magic tattoo I designed, I can feel it. The way it looks was designed to make Akane happy and for normal people to see.” He didn’t feel the need at the moment to explain his aura sight or any of the other features.
The moment dragging on uncomfortably as Nabiki was reluctant to get separated from him, he thought of something to distract her while he dealt with Akane. “Our agreement, dressing up for me means you can’t take off those clothes without my permission, right?”
Thinking about it, Nabiki had to nod. It was a pointless rule if she could just take it off, it was basically the same as refusing to wear the clothing.
Ranma considered his words for a moment, as what he said would be important. “Okay, I’m going to go deal with Akane. If you’re not dressed this way when I get back, you won’t be punished, I’ll just tell you to get dressed again.”
Nabiki opened her mouth and paused, unsure of how to describe what he’d just told her until she puzzled it out. “You’re... testing if I can... ?” The words disobey and defy caught in her throat, more due to how obviously submissive that made her sound than anything else.
While she was stunned, Ranma took his shirt and simply left. He made enough noise entering Akane’s room next door to let her know where he was, but dragging out the awkwardness wouldn’t have helped her. If anything, being annoyed with him would help her in this little test.
Akane was kneeling on the little pillow she used since becoming his, with him taking a higher position sitting in the chair or on the bed. He could tell she didn’t know why she was being punished, but she was obediently waiting for him take charge.
That in mind, he paused as he considered just what a suitable punishment would be for the over-eager little slave-slut. Scolding her had been mostly to set Nabiki and Kasumi at ease, but he could see a way to make this work. “Get a cute sundress and pair of panties.”
Still confused, Akane went to her dresser to find a pair of panties before selecting a pale blue sundress.
Ranma kicked her pillow up with one foot, setting it atop her dresser, making her wonder where she should go. Seeing him beckon her up, she stood in front of him.
Her confusion only deepened when he started fiddling with her solid steel collar. The catch came undone and it swung open on two hinges, leaving her neck feeling bare without the thick steel there. It wasn’t the first time it had been removed in the weeks following her enslavement, but that was always to make sure her neck was staying clean and healthy.
She had no idea what was about to happen, but she knew that now was clearly not the time to upset Ranma further.
Collar removed, Ranma set it on her pillow atop the dresser. “There, you’ll go without a collar for now.”
Touching her bare neck, Akane couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. “No collar?”
A bit of a grin peeked through Ranma’s stern look. “What, do you only belong to me when you’re wearing a collar?”
Was this a test? At least she knew the answer to this one. “No. I belong to My Master, Ranma Saotome, body and soul.”
Ranma’s stern look dissolved into cautious amusement. “Well, someone has been too eager to see her sisters enslaved... so you’ll go without a collar, bondage and sextoys until you can prove you can behave.”
His smile did a lot to settle Akane’s emotions, making it clear this was some sort of new punishment. “Yes. This slave-slut apologizes.”
“Good, you remember how to behave. Clean up your tail and put it away. Wear those clothes to dinner, like a normal cute girl. Understand?” Ranma considered his instructions, looking for any obvious ways Akane could mess up. The times she did it on purpose were rather clear, but misunderstandings like going to school without panties seemed to be down to her out-of-control perversions.
Akane nodded, eager to be obedient. Ranma had drilled the lessons into her so she didn’t mislead her class in sextoy safety. “Yes. Anal toys need to be cleaned properly for safety.”
Ranma allowed a chuckle in amusement at her strange priorities. “Good, now I have to go take care of your sisters, but I should be down shortly.”
He watched her head down the stairs to the bath with some amusement as she was still naked. Without a slave-dress to wear she apparently thought it was proper to go around completely naked. She might not have understood he expected her to dress properly during this punishment, but that was part of the reason for this.
Slipping on his shirt, Ranma walked out of Akane room and opened Nabiki’s door. He found her posed in a sexy reclining position on the bed, still wearing exactly what he’d left her in. “Mhmm? Did you like the outfit I picked out that much?”
Nabiki chuckled lightly at his teasing question, a faint smile staying on her face. “You were right. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, even with you out of the room and making it clear you wanted me to try. Being unable to kick off a pair of high heels and get comfortable was an odd experience, but I can deal with it.”
Ranma bowed and offered his hand. “Well then, shall I escort you to dinner miss?”
Standing up, Nabiki swayed her way over to the young gentleman. “Oh, you’re not going to ravish me?”
Ranma withdrew in offended shock. “Why, madame, you wound me. My ravishing services are only available upon appointment.”
Nabiki took his hand, enjoying the play-acting as a chance to get her mind off of other things as much as prove she was still capable of something other than submissive passivity. “Ah, booked solid are we?”
Ranma glanced at Akane’s room. “Oh, I just had a cancellation, so perhaps I could pencil you in. Allow me to check if my next appointment will run long.” Knocking on Kasumi’s door, Ranma dropped the act. “Everything okay Kasumi?”
Seconds later, Kasumi opened the door, still as undressed as when she left Nabiki’s room. “Oh, what good timing. Could I have your advice?”
Ranma didn’t know what kind of advice she might need. Perhaps she couldn’t decide which apron went with the dress? “Sure.”
Kasumi gestured to the shopping bags and still wrapped outfits spread across her bed, hesitating as she tried to explain something so embarrassing. “Well, I had that promise to dress indecently or become your slave-slut, and I was trying to hide my tattoo. I was so terrified of being treated like Akane-chan, well, I was out of indecent outfits that hid the tattoo, so I went shopping and spent a lot of money on indecent outfits...” Blushing, Kasumi fidgeted with her fingers, hoping Ranma wouldn’t get upset with her. “...and now, I’m rather relieved and don’t want to hide my tattoo, so perhaps you would like to go back to the store with me to return these outfits and choose some that you like?”
Although the sight of Kasumi being so flustered was rather adorable, Ranma’s annoyance at her suffering won out, causing him to frown. “So, it was like that huh? I kept telling you not to worry about it, but I guess I can understand why you didn’t want to tell me what was really going on.” Gaze softening, Ranma looked at Kasumi. “What pushed you to offer yourself earlier?”
Touched that he was so worried about her, Kasumi blushed as she recalled what was only an hour earlier. “Well, after Nabiki’s prank while I was tied up in the dojo, I was very touched by how gently and carefully you treated me. After I cleaned myself up and got dressed, I was looking in the mirror at what an indecent girl I had become, flaunting my body in front of you while you acted like a gentleman, all to keep my tattoo from activating. Then I realized I didn’t mind that happening, if I was going to let you satisfy me tonight, you’d have me as well as my virginity.”
Nabiki had a short chuckle at her innocent yet naughty sister. “So, giving him your virginity means you’re his?”
Ranma chuckled and slapped Nabiki’s tattooed butt lightly. “Says the girl that’s mine and is still saving her virginity?”
Kasumi giggled at Nabiki’s flustered reaction, finding it rather amusing. “Oh, did you find something so naughty it counted?”
Ranma gently turned Nabiki around a bit and lifted her skirt to show off her tattoo. “No, we just made an agreement. So, can you two forgive each other and get along?”
Nabiki glanced at Ranma, an odd grin on her face. “Could you let me turn around at least?”
Glancing down at her butt, Ranma found the situation rather curious. “...you can’t move your hips because my hand is on your butt?”
Nabiki seemed to find some amusement in her own predicament. “You can touch me as you please. My body doesn’t resist and leans in a bit, like it’s perfectly natural.”
Humming thoughtfully, Ranma turned her to face Kasumi and gave her a pat forward on the butt. “Okay, hug and make up... oh and fondle her to see if she can resist you Kasumi.”
Within grabbing range of Kasumi, Nabiki managed to parry her hug, locking fingers with her big sister and forcing both of their arms down to their sides. Grinning at being able to defend herself even a little, Nabiki relaxed. “Well, it seems Kasumi-neechan doesn’t have permission to touch me as she pleases.”
Kasumi gave her a strange smile of her own in return. “Oh, is Nabiki-chan disobeying our Ranma too?”
Nabiki softened a bit, in both her gaze and grip. “Well, we don’t have an agreement that I just do anything he says, but I did promise to behave... I’m willing forgive and hug, as long as I get to fondle you as well.”
As the two girls shifted into something between a hug and fondling the other’s butt, Ranma considered Nabiki’s reactions. The submission seemed to be just to him, perhaps because she’d agreed to his, but her taking her agreement to behave that way was interesting.
Nabiki was normally the type to abuse agreements, discarding them when it was convenient and she could get away with it. It was like her normal loophole abuse attitude had been reversed on her, instead forcing her into reasonable compliance.
Ranma glanced at her tattoo with his aura sight, watching the way it connected to her aura. It had a few nice features: he could find it from far away, it protected against her enchantments and it had an oath-keeper feature so the bearer would find it easier to remember and keep their oaths. It wouldn’t prevent the bearer from breaking an oath to their liege, but it would make them aware of it so they had to consciously violate it. That plus the submission pattern from her break interacting with the oath-keeper could explain the situation. On the plus side, it meant her submission would be focused, on the down side it seemed rather dangerously concentrated.
“You know, most guys would be more interested in watching two hot sisters make out.”
Looking up, Ranma found both sisters staring expectantly at him, breasts pressed together as they held each other tight with their hands on their backsides. “Sorry, got a lot on my mind. We can relax and play after supper.” Easing into a smile, Ranma decided it was best to get things moving smoothly so they could play later. “We can go to the store tomorrow, maybe even find something for Nabiki too.”
Nabiki managed to find her strategic reserves of sarcasm. “Oh joy, perverted outfits.”
Kasumi hummed happily, oblivious to Nabiki’s mood. “Oh, it was a much nicer shop than I expected and it would be much more fun this time.”
Ranma gently pulled Nabiki away, the lingerie clad girl naturally flowing with his touch. “There anything else you need? I don’t want to miss supper.”
Kasumi’s pleasant mood continued. “Oh, no, thank you.”
Leading Nabiki out of Kasumi’s bedroom, Ranma waited until there were at the stairs before checking to see if Nabiki had noticed something. “Did you get the impression she didn’t realize she was naked?”
Nabiki smirked and had a chuckle at that as Ranma led her down the stairs. “I have a feeling she doesn’t care. She wasn’t shy when she stripped either.”
Ranma hummed thoughtfully as they made their way down the stairs while holding both of her hands in a bracing gentlemanly manner. “Could be she had a bit of a break too; with that dressing indecently thing Akane forced her into.”
Getting to the bottom of the stairs, Ranma took a bit of a detour. “You think you can get Kodachi on the phone so I can talk to her?”
Nabiki only hesitated for a moment before making the call and dealing with the other people of the household. It felt nice to actually do something after being so passive with Ranma.
Taking the phone, Ranma heard Kodachi answer a few seconds later. He gave Nabiki a smile for a job well done before settling into dealing with Kodachi. “Hi. Have you calmed down since last time?”
“No, it’s okay. That was a really awkward time for you to learn about the curse.”
Ranma listened for a while as Kodachi spoke for a time, although Nabiki could tell from the general volume level it was mostly due to Kodachi hesitantly mentioning something that took so much time. Ranma reacted with an encouraging smile Kodachi couldn’t see, but it carried through in his voice. “No, it’s fine. You did very well. There’s nothing wrong with you playing mistress, in fact, I happen to have three girls on my hands tonight, so it would be helpful if you could sleep over and keep Akane occupied while I take care of her sisters.” -- “Oh, I’ll explain when you get here, lots of interesting things happened. You don’t need to bring anything, maybe some sexy lingerie, or if you’re wanting to try it out, I could show you my shibari skills again.”
Nabiki was actually surprised as Ranma set the phone down, but dealt with it in something comfortingly more like her usual fashion. “Inviting Kodachi over for some casual bondage play with my perverted sex-maniac of a little sister? Does Akane need to be punished that badly?”
Ranma chuckled as he finally led Nabiki to the table in the family room where his mother was patiently waiting for everyone to gather. “I’d rather not have to do you and Kasumi on the same night for the first time, but it can’t be helped. Akane’s punishment is kind of special tonight, so it should work out.”
Nodoka patted the cushion at the head of the table, waiting until she had Ranma’s attention. “If you’ve settled things with all three girls, then you’re the man of the house now.”
Taking the seat while Nabiki moved a pillow so she could stay clinging to his side, Ranma gave his mother a curious look. “Is there something special about that?”
His mother shifted a bit where she was kneeling so she was comfortably facing him. “You would inherit the house with the dojo. With all three girls claimed, there should be no objection to the transfer of status. If say you owned Akane-chan and married Kasumi-chan, then Nabiki-chan would be in an awkward position if you fully controlled the household. If you’re in a relationship with all three, then you should also set up a master bedroom as well.”
Ranma glanced at Nabiki, as she was still the odd girl out. “Akane and Kasumi are permanent relationships, but this is until you get better. Are you okay with this?”
“If I gain my freedom back, I can still see us having a comfortable sexual relationship, so it’s not a problem.” There was something else that concerned Nabiki. “I know he’s a martial artist and all, so I get the dojo, but why does he get the house just like that?”
Nodoka glanced to the side as she considered the question. “How much did the fathers say about it?”
Thinking about it still irked Nabiki. “Not much, just offered him the pick of us girls when he got here. It was implied that whomever married him inherited the house while the dojo was his.”
Nodoka sighed pleasantly as she prepared to tell a bit of a story. “You have it backwards dear, although it is understandable as it was a secret. Ranma already owns this property.”
Nabiki stared for a moment, Ranma’s touch keeping her calm enough that the urge to scream passed. “He owns our house? Since when?”
The kimono clad woman maintained a tranquil air about her even as Nabiki got a touch hysteric. “For years, not that he knew either. I was very close to your mother, so I agreed to the engagement as well. When she got sick and the expenses piled up, I sold what I could of our belongings and worked to support your family since I had no family of my own to support. The property is still in your families name, so Ranma owning it is a private agreement to settle the issue of the debt. The entire point was that it would stay your home until you were adults while increasing the obligation between the families.”
Surprisingly, this actually answered a lot of questions for Nabiki, mostly about why the fathers insisted on the engagement as if it were a done deal. “...so that’s why Daddy acted like offering us up was no big deal.”
Nodoka nodded gently. “It would have been awkward if the engagement failed. The amount of money owed is far more than your family can actually pay, so a worst case scenario would have had you girls as Ranma’s maids while you lived here. Of course, things worked out nicely enough, even if Akane-chan went a bit more extreme than maid.”
Being from a noble family of some wealth, just a step below the Kunos actually, had been one major foundations of Nabiki’s life. It didn’t matter how superhuman Ranma was, he was just a guest in their house, a guy from a poorer family marrying up. The difference in status was how she could maintain her air of superiority around Ranma and others at school. “Our family is in debt to yours? How, you don’t seem to have any money?”
Nodoka smiled faintly, being quite good with finances like a proper housewife. “I liquidated our assets, gave your parents what they needed and invested the rest. Despite living frugally, we’re well invested in several businesses. We’ve been discussing this for a while, getting a house in the country so the fathers wouldn’t be around to spoil the mood.” Shifting topics slightly, Nodoka addressed her son. “For now, you could make the guest room upstairs into your bedroom. After us parents officially move out, you can reclaim the ground floor bedrooms.”
Nabiki gulped, knowing how tight money could be in Japan since bank credit and loans were rare. Heck, her father had traded one of his daughters for the price of a rather expensive meal after being unable to pay. Despite Nodoka’s reassurances, Nabiki couldn’t help but realize just how deeply indebted they were to the Saotomes, not just financially, but with how far they’d gone to maintain the facade of their status. This bombshell would have been earthshaking for her on any given day, but today she happened to have [This slave is the personal property of Ranma Saotome] stamped on her butt.
After a moment of panic, she found herself surprisingly okay with it as she really couldn’t fall any further. She was now more curious than anything else. “So, what if things didn’t work out?”
The red-haired woman considered the question for a bit. “The worst case would mean selling the house to cover the debt. Refusing the engagement was considered, and your mother had a will for that scenario, each of you girls would have your rooms until at least age twenty and would be live-in maids.”
Kasumi popped into the room, carrying dishes for the table. “Maids?”
Ranma raised an eyebrow at Kasumi’s choice of outfit. One of her aprons with the big fluffy shoulder ruffles did well at covering her front, from her breasts to her thighs. She had chosen not to wear the fetish maid dress with it, or anything else really, leaving her backside completely exposed.
Nodoka smiled in amusement at the sight, wondering if Kasumi was politely rebelling about her apron comment earlier in the kitchen. “An idea of your mother’s if you girls didn’t take to the engagement.”
Kasumi giggled at the idea as she set down the dishes, her breasts swaying freely under her apron. “I wouldn’t mind, and Akane-chan would probably have enjoyed it more than she would admit, but I can’t see Nabiki-chan doing that.”
Akane gently popped into the room, wearing a blue dress and carrying her butt-plug by the dog-tail. “What’s this about?”
Nodoka kept her good humor as she addressed the newest entrant. “Originally that the guest bedroom should be set-up as my son’s temporary bedroom. We intend to get a house out in the country where the fathers will live with me, then he will officially become the man of the house. After that, you can rearrange the house to suit your needs.”
Akane paused uncertainly. “Can you wait a moment for me to finish putting this toy away? I heard something about playing maids as well.”
Ranma had other priorities however as he interrupted the conversation. “You’re wearing the panties too, right?”
The formerly prudish tomboy merely lifted her skirt with her free hand to give him a good look. He merely grinned at the sight before waving her on. “Okay, go, we’ll hold the interesting talk for when we’re all here for dinner, okay?”
As Akane rushed off to put her sextoy away in her room, Ranma grinned at no one in particular. “Ah, I remember a time when she would have gotten angry and hit me for that question. Now she doesn’t even think to just say she’s wearing panties.”
Nabiki had a giggle as well, despite not wearing panties herself. “I remember a time when you wouldn’t have to ask that question.”
Curious, Nodoka asked a gentle question. “Is there a reason for her change in outfits?”
Ranma considered just how much to say. “Well, yeah. I’ve been spoiling her too much. Too many instant rewards, so I’m gonna train her a bit and get her to behave better.”
As Kasumi continued setting the table, Akane came back down, finally expressing some confusion as to the new seating arrangements until Ranma made it clear. “For now, you can sit across from Mom, but until we’re ready to start you can give me a shoulder rub.”
Akane knelt behind him eagerly, preferring to do something like rub his shoulders instead of sitting further down the table. “So, what was so interesting?”
Ranma hummed thoughtfully. “Well, you’re happy to have your sisters join you and make this a happy but naughty little harem of mine?”
Akane hummed contentedly. “Mhmm, yeah.”
“And the other girls: Ukyou, Shanpu, even Kodachi. They don’t have to be slaves, but we’ll end the fuss and bother the fun way.”
Akane giggled at the thought of having playmates for their new games, weeks of letting her libido run free had ramped her fantasies up to a new level.
When Kasumi came back in, Ranma had her take her seat on the other side of him from Nabiki. “Lean forward and raise your butt up.”
With Kasumi raising her butt off of her heels from her kneeling position leaning over the table, the apron did nothing to hide the tattoo on her butt. “As you can see, Nabiki and Kasumi somehow wound up with the slave tattoo I prepared for you, and both have agreed to be mine to activate the marks. How do you like it?”
Lightly tracing the tattoo, two angled brackets framing Ranma’s name, the upper bracket having the line [This slave is the personal property of] as part of the framing bracket. The rest of the brackets were a jumble of symbols and lines that flowed together, adding detail when viewed up close. “It’s wonderful.”
Ranma hummed softly in agreement, keeping the mood light. “Now, you don’t have permission to molest your sisters, so be nice until you have permission.” Waiting a moment for Akane to acknowledge his gentle order, he shifted her attention back to Kasumi. Her next reaction should be interesting to watch. “I should choose a wife though, so a nice girl that everyone can get along with would be ideal. I’m considering making Kasumi my official fiancee.”
Akane gazed at her older sister, on display with her forearms on the table and her knees on the seating cushion, her high heels tilted up into the air from the way she was leaning forward over the table. The apron provided her little modesty, her breasts freely hanging and putting the rest of her body on display. She was gazing at Ranma for his approval, her face lightly made-up and wearing a tasteful amount of jewelry that made it clear she’d dressed up for him without hiding any of herself.
To Akane, Kasumi was the perfect image of a slave-wife right now. “Mhmm, she’s perfect.”
Ranma grinned, having expected Akane’s interests were twisted that way. “Well then Kasumi, do you have any objection to being my fiancee? After things settle down, and our relationships become stable, we might have an interesting wedding.”
Kasumi was briefly confused as she still thought of Akane as Ranma’s fiancee, her status as his property had never been questioned regarding the engagement. She had given herself to Ranma however, so she was pleasantly elated by the question, with Akane’s implied approval negating any concern she might have had about the situation. “I would be honored to accept the privilege.”
Ranma gently pulled Kasumi in for a brief kiss to seal the deal, leaving her kneeling on her cushion. “Alright then, Akane, take you seat, time to start the meal.”
With Akane taking her seat and Kasumi beginning the serving, Ranma decided on the first dinner conversation topic he wanted to hear. “So then, I want to hear how you two ended up with those tattoos. Also, I want to hear about what was scaring you about being slave-girls before today, so Akane can understand why she pushed too far and I have a better idea how we ended up like this.”
Nabiki was more than happy to talk and vent a bit about the subject. “Well, I heard you two were going to do something permanent like a tattoo, so I went to the doctor’s to try and stop it. Then Kasumi showed up and I woke up with a sore butt.”
Kasumi blushed at the memory. “He was being silly, as usual. Sometimes I wonder why that man is so trusted as a doctor.”
Nabiki humphed in amusement at Kasumi’s opinion of the obsessed young doctor. “The whole slave thing wasn’t scary until then, when I had this blank invitation to finish the tattoo and make me a slave-girl. Then I found out it was magical which just made it so much worse. I was wondering what it would take to trigger it, would sex make me some guy’s sex-slave? Some off-hand comment that I’d sell myself for an ice-cream on a hot day? Ranma was right, I was going fucking insane thinking about all the ways my life could end.”
Taking a deep breath, Nabiki let it all out. “Now, he’s made it very clear to me he can be a very gentle master and a lot of that was just fear of the unknown, but I’m still not happy about it. I’d rather agree to be his sexual plaything though than have a blank slave tattoo on my ass inviting trouble I don’t want.”
After a moment of quiet, Kasumi took a gentle nudge from Ranma as the cue to take her turn. “Ah, well I wasn’t too bothered until Akane-chan made me agree to dress indecently or become Ranma’s slave. Then I learned I had a magic tattoo that would activate on any sort of deal. Magic always seems so unreasonable, so I couldn’t risk for a moment being proper or it might turn me into Ranma’s slut-slave, so I dressed improperly all the time, even sleeping nude because I had nothing indecent to wear. The only things I really had to wear that were acceptable was Nabiki’s bikini bottom and an old pair of bloomers, so I threw on a dress one day and went shopping for naughty outfits that would be acceptable. I wasn’t even sure it would count as being in public if people didn’t watch me, so I made sure to keep bouncing to attract attention as I walked.”
Ranma sighed, still disappointed with how things had turned out. “I can understand you not wanting to come to me out of fear I would enslave you, but you should have at least confirmed the deal with me instead of letting Akane’s railroading stand. I even said no nudity, I could have helped you figure out something short of going around almost naked.”
Kasumi blushed in embarrassment at making Ranma worry about her so. “Yes, I realize that now. Thank you.”
With the scene set, Ranma finally turned his attention to Akane. “...and that is why you’re being punished for pressuring your sisters. Besides giving them nervous breakdowns, you made them afraid of me more than anything else. I’m just glad I was able to clear up the misunderstandings about me and the tattoos.”
Ranma paused to indicate Kasumi. “Kasumi doesn’t like it rough like you, so our relationship will be gentle, like lovers, a maid, or a submissive housewife. That sort of thing.”
He then shifted focus to Nabiki. “Your other sister is still on the edge of a nervous breakdown, so there will be no bothering her about being a sex-slave. I need to bleed off some of her tension before she can deal with things like that.”
A suddenly meek Akane found herself under Ranma’s gaze once again. “That is why tonight, I will be giving your sisters attention and you will have to do without. As for your punishment, you’ll be a normal cute girl when I’m not using you. You can spend some time with your friends, we’ll work on your martial arts and other training, plus we can work on your housework skills and maybe get you a cute little maid dress if you behave.”
Akane blushed in shame at her scolding and disappointing her Ranma, yet smiled fondly at his rather sweet idea of punishment. “Thank you, I won’t disappoint you.”
Nabiki stared as Ranma did something amazing, he punished Akane by making her act like a normal girl, or something close to that effect. Well, it would be more impressive if it worked in the long term, but it wasn’t something she had expected from the pair.
Situation resolved for now, Ranma glanced at Kasumi and Nabiki. “Still, you should have talked to me more. It was just recently I realized there would be other ways to treat girls than like Akane, so far I’ve only had one example for this sort of thing. Instead of trying to see if Kasumi fit the sex-slave thing, I should have been thinking about how it might suit her. We could have made the dressing up thing a fun game, but I backed off because I could tell I was making her uneasy.”
Nabiki resisted the urge to facepalm for her blindness mainly because Ranma had his hand on her lower belly again, which seemed to make her instinctively behave and control her actions. She could eat normally with his hand there, but the urge for sudden movement came to naught. She could have tried molding Ranma a bit while he was learning, maybe pointed out that all girls weren’t actually yearning to be sex-slaves like Akane.
Well, that point had long since passed, although he was still willing to hear her out even at this point.
Kasumi smiled pleasantly, pleased but feeling a little embarrassed by his concern. “Yes, if something is bothering me, I’ll talk with you about it.”
Nabiki blushed a bit as Ranma turned her way, somehow intimately aware of his attention just by his touch. “What? You want me to make another promise?”
Ranma finished his bite of food before grinning at her. “Well, if you don’t, I’ll just have to tease every little thing out of you in squeals of tortured pleasure...”
As his hand inched slowly downwards to her mound, Nabiki realized he was at least giving her the illusion of a choice here. Either way she’d likely end up squealing in pleasure and telling him everything, so she decided to trust him enough to accept the unspoken request. “Fine. I’ll tell you if I have a problem and talk to you about stuff.”
“Good.” Seeing that Kasumi had finished eating, Ranma gave her a grin. “Wanna feed me the rest?”
Nodding happily and taking his chopsticks, Kasumi giggled playfully as his now free hand found the sensitive flesh of her lower back, rubbing her pleasantly. Just one of the benefits to being indecently dressed around the house that she had discovered, along with attracting Ranma’s attention in the first place.
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