Ranma Does Nerima: Ponderings (and Nothing Else) [Episode 85331]

Back at the Tendō Dōjō, Nabiki was lazily lying in bed.  Pondering about her plan... she was starting to have second thoughts concerning the whole set-up.

First, could she really trust “Yuka” and “Sakura” to only  tease Ranma, and not doing more?  Sure, Kikuko and Ryōnami were pretty loyal and well tamed, and they rarely ever disobeyed her.  But could two hot-blooded chicks truly resist very long to the Wild Horse?  If they ever get a glimpse of his... capabilities, would they stay faithful to their mistress or succumb to the temptation?

Okay, she had tried to insure a second level of control over this with her favorite puppet, Kunō.  But as she weighted the situation, she remembered that the noble twit wasn’t always fully predictable.  The more she thought about it, telling Tatewaki that Ranma-kun was un unstoppable sex-fiend that had raped every Tendō woman might not have been the wisest move.  Sure, he’ll take very seriously the notion of “protecting the innocent maiden of Fūrinkan High against the monster” (even if it was laughable, in these days and age, to think there was still any “innocent maiden” left in this school).  But now, it was Kunō’s likely choice on how he was doing this that bothered her.  The kendo captain was a man of action; Nabiki realized he’d probably not content himself with just pestering and watching over the Saotome boy.

And what if Tatewaki started a fight?  He was probably the best fighter in school, but Ranma had trained all his life in the martial arts, with no distraction (like the many girls “Casanova” Kunō had been hounding since puberty hit).  If the heir of the Saotome School proved the better fighter, then he’ll just trash the kendoka and have his ways unhindered.  And if Kunō was stronger, it would mean that he could hurt her Ranma.  Which wouldn’t do at all.

But the most damning argument Nabiki was now seeing against her previous plan, was...

... that she’d never be able to wait until Ranma was back at home to get a good screw!  She was way too needy RIGHT NOW!  She’d much better have not called in sick and followed Ranma and Akane at school....  There, she would have had a far better chance of cornering her future fiancé in some secluded place and squeeze a quickie out of him.  She would have gotten her jollies out much sooner, and it was a far simpler — and consecutively, better — plan than her first, convoluted one.

Nabiki sighed.  She just hated mornings.  She vowed to herself that she’d never again try to plot and scheme so early, especially after a sleepless night.

No, what to do?  Was it too late to rush to school and try to divert Ranma-kun away from her men-hungry girlfriends?

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Meanwhile, Kimiko was also doing some ponderings of her own.

The Tendō mother was relaxing in a hot bath, after (regretfully) scrubbing and washing off the result of her nightly activity.  She had eaten all she could of Ranma’s spunk, but was quite too full to ingest everything.  She even skipped breakfast, not feeling hungry at all.

Thinking back about the last big hunk to have “entered” her life, she had come to a very simple conclusion about Ranma:

He plain wasn’t human.

Kimiko had studied enough about the human (male) anatomy, both in books and from direct experience, to assuredly determine that.  The best studs she met could hardly get it hard more than five or six times in one night, and even that was exceptional.  Much generally, three times was more than what an ordinary man could dream off.  And yet, Ranma-kun... he just had fucked her uninterrupted, all night long... shortly after having fun with her daughters... and she had lost count how many times he came in her.  He’d even been premature, which was no surprise for a teenager, but this had not reduced any his following performances!

And the sheer amount of sperm he produced?  That was beyond possible.  He should have been completely dehydrated, his body mass drastically reduced, when the morning finally came... but instead of that, he was fresh like a flower!  It was like he was pumping the stuff from some subspace, which was of course utterly ridiculous.

Kimiko wasn’t seeing any plausible explanation for Ranma’s superhuman stamina and sexual prowess.  And it was even more surprising coming from the kid of a wimp like Genma Saotome.  Now that she thought about it, the boy really didn’t look any like his father, physically or otherwise.  It was likely that the dumb panda got cuckolded... from what she remembered of his wife, that wouldn’t surprise Kimiko at all.  She should really contact Nodoka, by the way.  She hadn’t seen her in ages, and Ranma’s mother would probably be happy to get some news of her son.

Sighing, Kimiko rethought about their current bed arrangement.  Ranma had been quite an apt student for a recent not-virgin.  She had no worry that whatever he still ignored about sex, he’d learn soon.  So, more “coaching” from her part was unnecessary.  Sure, she would enjoy getting fucked by that magnificent piece of beefcake again... such a wondrous cock wasn’t something she’d give up easily.  But not with another all-nighter; she’d never survive it.  Not before some time, at least.

Giggling, she thought back about how emaciated and tired Sōun had looked a few years ago, before he’d give up and concede to have her fooling around.  She imagined herself in the same state, in a weird comeuppance of what she’d done to her husband.  That was what could happen if she tried to sate the Saotome boy’s urges by herself.  She had no choice; she’d just allow her daughters to welcome him in their room for the night.  With their youthful endurance, and by taking turn, she hoped they wouldn’t get too drained by Ranma.  Between the three of them, that would be incredible if their potential fiancé wouldn’t be getting enough.

This decision taken, she reflected about welcoming back Sōun into her bed.  But now that she had a clearer mind, she ruled it as out of question.  Even if this meant sleeping alone for a while, she should let her idiot of a husband simmer for a few weeks.  Otherwise, he’d never understand the lesson.  By not warning her about the engagement for twenty years, Sōun had somehow implied that she had no say in matters involving her precious daughters’ well-being.  Worst, by expecting everybody to accept it without argument, he almost slapped in their faces that “women have no choice but to obey the edicts of the patriarchal figure”.  Such antiquated, mediaeval way of thinking was making her mad.  Her worthless man would definitely have to learn who was wearing the pants in this house.

And thinking about authority, the Tendō mother asked herself what to do about Nabiki.  That girl sure needed to be disciplined.  Even if Kimiko didn’t mind being filmed, and was dabbling in the amateur porn industry for some time already, that girl should have at least asked.  Nabiki should understand that whatever she caught on tape, she couldn’t do as she pleased with it, but needed the consent of the concerned people....

Kimiko arched her eyebrows... that trail of thought was echoing with something in the back of her mind... like she’d missed something....

Duh!  Suddenly straightening in her bath, Kimiko slapped her forehead.  The young Porn Star!  She was supposed to welcome him at the airport last evening, and help him settle in..  SHE COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!  Now her boss was going to be mad.  Ho hell, she already called in sick this morning, she’d just pretend she already hadn’t been feeling well yesterday.  She wondered how that Hibiki lad had fared on his own, though.