Ranma Does Nerima: The Start of an Ordinary School Day [Episode 85244]

Ranma glanced at the Hentai Horde abducting Akane, and blinked.  But then, he shrugged it off.  According to the two girls clinging to his arms, she was doing this every day.  Who was he to judge some weird tradition of this high school?  The Tendō girl wasn’t even yelling, and from what he’d seen of the fight she could have terminated those guys quite easily, so there’s no doubt she was willing and it was some kind of game.

So, Ranma turned back to his escort and simply said, “Okay... it’s just that I understood me and Akane were going ta be in the same class, so I thought she was supposed ta lead me there...”

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be your guides,” smiled Sakura, pressing herself even closer.

“Yes, we’ll show you every little, secret place of this school,” added Yuka, similarly getting more affectionate.

Ranma chuckled nervously, and completely forgot about Akane.  Until today, he never liked school, but now he was discovering one interesting fact about coeducational ones, as opposed to all-boy schools:

They were teeming with cute girls!

Cute girls wearing adorable sailor fuku (the original blue Fūrinkan uniform design didn’t survive Hentaiverse conversion), with short skirts showing off lots of shapely legs, and white shirts hugging snugly their maturing bosoms.

Before yesterday, Ranma sure had some healthy teenager curiosity for the fairer sex, but no real comprehension of his urges toward females.  Now, however, thanks the combined efforts of the Tendō women, he had gained a much more thorough comprehension of what a well-hung stud could expect from a bunch of kawaī schoolgirls, and his interest was peaking up sharply.

Most interestingly, he had two of these stacked babes making impersonations of barnacles on his sides. With his new awareness, he couldn’t help but react to the warmth of their bodies and the contact of their chests through the layers of clothes.  Beside an obligatory blush, Ranma was feeling his Warrior of Love beginning to stir, to his slight embarrassment.  Note that he was shamed by it — Kimiko had convinced him he should be proud of the mighty endowment —, but if he was unlucky enough to get a full erection, walking would become awkward and he’d just attract attention.  So, he tried to keep his hormones under control... not an easy thing with the two beauties smiling at him.

The girls, for their part, were intently appraising the new student that Nabiki asked them to ‘work up’ for her.  And they liked what they could see and feel.  From the steel-hard muscles of his arms, the nicely carved chest and square shoulders, to his innocent-looking face.  They of course also glanced down more than once, trying to guess if the bulge hinted by his pants were what they thought it was.

A few precisions about this duo:  They were indeed Nabiki’s classmates, but also her associates, cronies, girlfriends and sometimes fellow hookers.  Their true names weren’t, actually, “Sakura” and “Yuka”.  Those were just the ones they used when doing amateur porn under Nabiki’s direction, or when dating some generous client.  Most of the students weren’t rich enough to buy their services (except Kunō, who was Nabiki’s preserve anyway), so it wasn’t easy to connect them to their true identities outside of school without thorough inquiry.  Ranma was a special case; since Nabiki gave them precise instructions about him, they guessed he was a potential ‘regular’ for their friend and so treated him as such.

The blond one, Ryōnami Nagata alias “Sakura”, had this “boy’s wet dream” look for a few years already, but was initially a very shy girl.  Nabiki first recruited her just for her talents at gambling and betting, but was soon breaking her up and initiating her to the pleasures of sex (lesbian, hetero, bi and more).  Now, she would do anything for the middle Tendō daughter, as naughty as it could be, mainly because she was hopelessly in love with Nabiki.

The one with short, dark hair, Kikuko Arashi alias “Yuka”, wasn’t as stacked as her friend but was compensating with cuteness and one kinky imagination.  She’d chosen the nickname “Yuka” to embarrass one younger girl, Yuka Masami, who was Akane’s friend and her main rival in their common, favorite activity:  gossiping.  Kikuko, cursed with an insatiable curiosity, was Nabiki’s main information-gatherer, always prowling for juicy tidbits that the Tendō mercenary could then use for blackmailing.  She was also a thrill-seeker, ready to try out most kinks or fetishes that Nabiki would suggest.

The two wanton girls were wondering why their “oyabun” (a term designing a yakuza boss, which they jokingly used often for Nabiki) had asked them to tease and arouse the new boy.  They were certain Nabiki had some views on him, but that puzzled them since he didn’t look that wealthy, and a bit young for the Ice Queen’s usual tastes.  They were determined to find out just what made him so special (especially Kikuko/Yuka, who was already honing her interrogation skills) when they where interrupted.

“Halt, Knave!”

Ranma stopped in his tracks and blinked, staring at the tall boy wearing a kendo hakama without armor, and brandishing a wooden sword.

“Would you be, by any quirk of the Fate, the one foul scoundrel known under the lowly name of ‘Saotome Ranma’?”

“Hu...?” hesitated Ranma, discountenanced by this snobby speech.  He wasn’t sure of it, but whatever the fellow just told him didn’t sound amiable.  “Yes, but who...?”

“Hold!  It is true; the custom is to give one’s own name first!  Fine then, mine I shall give!”

“Err... if you want,” conceded Ranma, sweatdropping.  He had no idea what to make of the pompous guy.

“My name... is upperclassman Kunō Tatewaki.  Age seventeen.  Junior, class E.  Captain of the kendo club.  Undefeated new star of the high school fencing world.  But my peers call me... the Blue Thunder of Fūrinkan High!”

Ranma and the two girls sandwiching him blink-blinked in perfect coordination.  The blonde Ryōnami turned toward her friend and inquired, “‘Blue Thunder?’  Have you already heard of that?”

“Nope.  Last week, it was the ‘Shooting Star’... go figure,” answered Kikuko.

Ranma wasn’t paying much attention to them, and asked Kunō, “That’s all well and nice... but what do ya want of me?”

The hostile kendoka pointed his boku-toh toward Ranma and menacingly declaimed, “You shall call me ‘Kunō-sempai’, boor!  As for my business with such a criminal lowlife as you... it’s quite simple!  I have learned from one reliable, although expensive source, of your misdeeds in the Tendō Dōjō, residence of my adored future bride, the fierce tigress Tendō Akane!”

This confused Ranma; the Tendō father had been quite clear that his daughters were available.  “Hu... what do you mean, ‘future bride’?  I thought...”

But Kunō wasn’t listening.  “That you could be staying under the same roof as my beloved fiancée, I already can’t allow it!  But worse, my source have informed me of the horrific truth!”

That melodramatic introduction had attracted the attention of many of the students, who were peering from the windows and balconies and listening intently.  Kunō gladly obliged them by starting to yell.

“Yes!  I have learned that you, vile sex-fiend, no later than yesterday, had forced yourself on poor, sweet, fragile Tendō Akane and her demure sister, as well as their irreproachable and outstanding mother!  That you satisfied your base lusts on their hapless bodies, going as far as sequestrating the beautiful Tendō Kimiko in her own room and ravaging her all night long!!!”

This elicited numerous startled whispers all around the school.  Not of outraged disapproval, however... more of stunned admiration.  It didn’t help that Kunō’s tone was sounding more jealous than anything else, instead of the righteous condemnation he tried to express.

“Sakura” and “Yuka” both steeped away from Ranma — not from any fear of the pig-tailed boy, but because Tatewaki seemed ready to attack.  They stared at the Saotome heir with awe.

“Wha... you nailed the Tendō sisters and their mother in the same day??” marveled Kikuko, jaw hanging.

“And you’re still alive?” squeaked Ryōnami, fists girlishly clenched under her chin.  She was feeling faint just from the implication of it.

Ranma was swimming in confusion.  What was this noble creep talking about?  He sure as hell didn’t force any of the Tendō women... it was rather the other way around, they were the one who jumped him before he could voice any protest... in the unlikely case he would have wanted to protest.

“Now wait a minute, buster... I never forced anybody... nor I have skewestrated... secuesstreated... whatever you said....”

“SILENCE, FOUL DEMON!” bellowed Kunō, charging with his weapon high and striking like his lightning namesake on the spot that the nimble Ranma occupied a split-second ago.
“PREPARE TO DIE UNDER THE HOLY MIGHT OF THE BLUE THUNDER!”