[Episode 86030] [Episode 86030]
Ukyo was even now heading toward the school, and reading the report, over and over. She was dressed in her boys' school uniform, heading quickly on her way to Furinkan. Her breasts were bound, tightly, to hide them from her fellow students. She knew that she'd be late, because, for some reason, this morning she'd found it pretty difficult to find her way around town, something she usually never had problems with. However, despite the fact that she was close to her big, life-long goal, and the fact that she was prepared, and had all the info, and was going to catch Ranma unawares, she was still... nervous.
To be honest, Ukyo thought, she wasn't sure what she was actually going to -do- to Ranma. She'd had some plans, of course, but as the time drew nearer and nearer, she knew that most of the really mean ones were just over the top. On top of that, she wasn't really sure she wanted to get revenge on Ranma anymore. Sure, he'd ruined her life, but he hadn't tried to, and she was still very curious about, well, playing doctor with him again. She was getting pretty mad at herself, and Ranma, because of the confusion. She just wished there were some way she could think of to get revenge, without having to ignore her own pleasures... She gulped again, adjusting her tight, crushing bra, and just deciding to read her report again. She figured she'd be at Furinkan by lunch, probably.
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Ryoga, for his part, had the same report, for pretty much the same reason (though the complicated system he used to get in touch with his PI from anywhere on Earth was quite a bit different from Ukyo's system, that she called, "using a cellphone"). He knew exactly what he wanted to do to Ranma, and he grinned at the thought. He'd show everyone who the bigger man was, once and for all. He'd embarrass Ranma with one of the local floozies, with plenty of people watching (maybe he'd even get it on tape, Ryoga mused, thinking of giving his porno company a tape he'd call "Animal Farm"). And, if time permitted, he'd kick Ranma's ass. But that didn't matter so much to Ryoga, as he wasn't so sure he was the stronger martial artist, and frankly, being stronger than Ranma wasn't that important to him. Who really cared about martial arts?
Ryoga was a bit surprised by his progress this morning, having come within a block of Furinkan (and, amazingly, having travelled the whole thing linearly, as opposed to jumping through space randomly and in a manner he could never quite explain). However, once that happened, it was like he'd pissed someone off. Pretty soon, he was walking past the Eiffel Tower, the CN Tower, that statue of Jesus in Brazil he hated, and a few dozen others, as he headed toward Furinkan. He figured, if he was lucky, he'd hit Furinkan sometime today, maybe around lunch.
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Kasumi, no longer at the Tendo household, had been more than slightly surprised to get a call from Dr. Tofu. He'd needed her, quickly, to help clean up around the clinic. So, she was walking down the streets, heading to help the poor Doctor out. After all, she thought, blushing slightly in modesty as an elderly gentleman watched her chest pass, there were really only two reasons that the Tendos got free medical treatment.
Kasumi would have been surprised by the reasons behind Tofu's call, but not his intentions. The good doctor (and better lover) was planning to keep her for most of the night. Which, really, wasn't that odd for him, though he usually chose to start that kind of Olympic activity early enough in the morning that Kasumi would be able to get home to make dinner. He felt a little bad that he'd make her miss dinner, but the silly grin and foggy glasses he got whenever Kasumi came within a mile of the doctor (until the first time he came) made all his worries dissapear.
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Kimiko had just finished drying herself from her bath, and dressing (in very loose, non-constrictive clothing, especially on her bruised and sore private parts), when a smile slowly spread across her face. She had needed to figure out how to have Ranma sleep in her daughters' rooms, without providing an appearance of improper behavior. And she'd just realized she had the perfect way to deal with it. She pulled a small, folding dressing screen from the closet, placing it in the hall, leaning against the wall. Now, whoever had Ranma in their room tonight could put the boy on the floor, and put the folding screen between the bed and Ranma, and preserve the illusion of proper conduct.
The only problem left, Kimiko mused, was how to explain why Ranma would be moving from room to room every night. Something about avoiding too much temptation for the girls, giving them a chance to bond with Ranma? Yes, she decided, that would do. She grinned, at her own cleverness, and waddle-limped into her bedroom, flopping on her bed. She was snoring within minutes of deciding not to forgive Soun for at least one month, X-rated visions dancing in her head.
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Nabiki put down the phone, again. She had known that she couldn't let things go, just as she'd planned, but that didn't mean she couldn't call in a few more debts, and clear things up. Tofu was dealing with Kasumi, and a few more (incredibly expensive, her inner grinch grumbled, feeling her profit margins dissapear) operatives at Furinkan would help insure Ranma wouldn't stray from the path she had made for him. She knew she shouldn't go to Furinkan now. Because, despite her own desires, this wasn't -just- about her. There was more to it than that. She had to get Ranma, of course, but she also had to -give- to the boy, investing in him. She had decided that she was going to be Ranma's wife, and she was going to profit from any and all nightly activities he participated in without her. If she went to Furinkan now, she'd be just another quickie for Ranma, and she wante to insure that she was more than that to him, even if it did mean she had to ignore her own desires. And, she mused, maybe, once she owned him, she could even profit from his martial arts? Putting him in tournaments, maybe? Plus, the curse. Nabiki would certainly enjoy that, but even if Ranma was only willing to do lesbian scenes, it practically doubled his earning potential in an instant.
Nabiki shook her head, coming out of her dreamworld, of fucking Ranma, prostituting him out, selling tapes of him, having him fight for money for her. In short, dreams of sex and money, and the combination of the two. She had dealt with Kasumi for tonight, and knew how to deal with Akane, but she'd have to use the tapes to deal with Kimiko, and that was problematic. Nabiki was dearly hoping that Kimiko would be to tired to try and snag Ranma after school. The tape was only useful to a point, as, beyond that, Kimiko was willing to break the rules of proper behavior, and ransack her room, or even just let the tape be seen. Nabiki nodded a bit, as she knew she was in control. But that didn't stop her from being worried about all the details working out in her favor. Everything was up in the air, and she didn't like it.
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As Kuno's wooden blade sliced into the space Ranma had been, a moment ago, he sprang off the wall of the small school hall. Ranma had leapt to the side, as Kuno struck, and kicked off of the wall, to strike at Kuno's face. Normally, he wouldn't be in a rush to end this, but Kuno had said some stuff that Ranma didn't appreciate being -yelled- out loud. However, as Ranma's fist collided with Kuno's cheek, the sound of a woman's voice seemed to freeze everyone in the hall in fear.
"Young man, are you Ranma Saotome?" The woman speaking was clearly a teacher, a black-haired hottie. She had small, thin glasses, with long hair hanging down the front of her chest, to the top of her breasts. She was dressed in a dark coat that didn't reach around her big breasts, a white shirt swelling with said assets, and a tie that looked incredibly sexy between them. The shirt was tucked into a short dark skirt, and everyone could tell she was wearing garters, and sheer black silk stockings, along with dark fuck-me pumps. The students knew her (and many of the male students knew her very well) as Miki Yamaguchi, math teacher. No one seemed to notice she was just now sliding a cell phone back into her skirt.
Ranma, of course, stayed frozen in place, his fist connected to Kuno's cheek, suspended in mid-air, as he nodded slowly. Miki grinned a bit, pushing her glasses up her nose slowly, as she spoke, "We have strict rules in this school about fighting young man. I have you in my first class, and you are going to be late. You and Upperclassman Kuno should consider that." After speaking, she turned away, with a cat-like smirk on her face.
As Miki left, Ranma and Kuno, and, indeed, all the students in the hall, came back into real-time motion. Ranma's fist drove Kuno back, throwing the older boy against the wall, as Ranma fell to his feet. The two boys glanced at each other. Ranma was willing to continue fighting if Kuno didn't stop (he certainly wasn't going to run away from a fight). Kuno, on the other hand, was considering the bruise on his cheek, and the handful of broken teeth he could feel with his teeth ("Like bloody chicklets they be!"). The two boys didn't move for a bit, before they began moving, backing away, still facing away from each other as they headed toward their individual classrooms.
Once Ranma was out of sight of Kuno, he turned away, and began looking around, suddenly realizing he didn't actually know where to go. Before he could even ask though, "Sakura" and "Yuka" were at his sides, holding his hands, and leading him, slowly, in the right direction. Yuka was the more daring of the two, and so she put one hand in Ranma's pocket, and teased his cock through the lining of his pants, without anyone really able to tell. Sakura, on the other hand, was whispering in Ranma's ear about a topic near and dear to her heart: Nabiki. "Have you had sex with Nabiki Ranma? Have you tasted her? Gosh, isn't she the sweetest-tasting thing you can imagine? I guess you haven't, since Kuno's got a bit of a thing for her, and he didn't mention her, unless he meant she was Akane's "demure" sister! I doubt it! But doesn't Nabiki just have the sweetest tits? Big, full, luscious tits, heavy but high? Gosh, aren't they just the best that you ever saw?!?"
Ranma tried to respond verbally, but instead only got out quick nods and shakes of the head. However, another part of his body was ready, willing and able to respond to Yuka's teasing (her cute giggling wasn't helping him either). His cock was beginning to harden, growing, swelling down his leg, and then beginning to rise, like a slowly-waking giant. His hands were being held, otherwise, he would have covered himself. He understood that he shouldn't be ashamed by the size of his Powerful Root of Love, but that didn't stop years of brain-washing from Genma making him a bit self-concious about having a visible hard-on in public.
Yuka was just trying to walk, very nearly tripping when she actually got to feel Ranma's cock. It turned out, much to her surprise, that every bit of that bulge was Ranma's cock, and it wasn't even half-hard! On top of that, just touching it, though cloth, sent a shiver through her body. Still, she understood what Nabiki wanted. The only problem was, she wasn't sure if her loyalty to Nabiki was going to be able to keep her base desires in check.
Sakura, on the other hand, was just as interested in Ranma, though, perhaps, for different reasons. He was cute and attractive and a martial artist, which, for Sakura, was a hat-trick. And, on top of that, he seemed capable of a lot of activity, after bedding three of the Tendo females, in what Sakura guessed was only a week in town. If she'd known that it was only one day, she'd be even more attracted to the young man. However, her own loyalty, bolstered by puppy love, to Nabiki, was much stronger than Yuka's, and she had no fear she could control herself... for now.
After the three, over-sexed teenagers entered the classroom, they discovered that Miss Yamaguchi was tapping her foot on the floor, her arms crossed over her ample chest as she watched them enter. All three had almost full-face blushes from the shame. Yuka and Sakura quickly realized that they had been too slow in walking to class, and that the four remaining chairs ("Where's Akane?" Ranma wondered to himself) were all separated. Yuka and Sakura moved to sit down, trying to make sure that Ranma was, at least, seated close to Ranma.
Even as Miki began to start class, moving to close the door before she started in on class, Akane answered Ranma's unasked question. She caught the door to the classroom before it was closed, and forced it back open, much to Miki's surprise. She looked frightful, her nice clothes dirty and a bit torn up, but nothing interesting was showing (though, if one were to look, she didn't have her panties on anymore). She had wiped off her makeup, and her hair was only a bit messed up. Indeed, it looked much as Miki Yamaguchi guessed, as if Akane had been in a fight (though she was dressed a bit odd, Miss Yamaguchi though).
"Akane, you know the rules about fighting in this school."
"Yes Miss Yamaguchi. Sorry Miss Yamaguchi."
"Well. Go take a seat Akane."
Akane nodded, and Yamaguchi began teaching class, as Akane moved. When she spotted Ranma, and saw that the only spare seat was not next to him, she made a fist at the boy sitting next to Ranma, and pointed to the spare seat. The young boy gulped, nodding quickly, and moving to the spare seat, without incident, as Akane sat beside Ranma. Yuka and Sakura couldn't help but feel as though they'd just been outsmarted, and blushed a bit at the sight of Akane doing what they hadn't even thought of.
Akane was also blushing, and, surprisingly for the honors student, wasn't paying attention to class. Her reasons were very, very different from Yuka's or Sakura's. She was thinking back, to earlier today, when Akane was just about to experience her first gang-bang.
She'd spit out her panties, once she realized that material stuffed in your mouth can actually be spit out with incredible ease. In fact, after experiencing it, Akane wasn't sure why anyone bothered doing it without putting a strap or something in place to hold the material in. Anyway, Akane had begun yelling for Ranma, but he was long gone by then. She had begun yelling at the men, but they pointed out that she had lost, and she'd probably enjoy it. She considered this, and decided not to say anything, except mentioning that she'd wanted Ranma. One of the boys, as they entered the club-house, asked if she had been with him. She admitted that, and freed her hands, to speak to the boys, and gesture. She was grinning as she entered into the story of Ranma and herself in the bathroom.
Unfortunately for her, she began drooling from both lips, and began furiously, passionately describing the story. She was motioning with her hands, about the size of Ranma's longfellow, talking about him inside of her, just blathering on about Ranma. This caused the men in the clubhouse to stop their motions to unzip themselves, and many left very soon into the story, and more and more streamed out as she flailed and described Ranma. The boys began covering themselves, more than slightly disinterested, suddenly, as she talked about having taken, well, a horse, the other day. By the time Akane was done, she only had one voyeur in the corner drooling at her tale, and she suddenly realized what she'd done: she'd blown her first chance at a gang-bang. And so, she was blushing at the mere thought of it.
Ranma noticed Akane coming in, and was reassured that she was OK, and glanced at her occasionally. But he was hardly capable of figuring out why she was blushing, and he just figured it was because she was ashamed of coming into class so late. In any case, Ranma was thinking of other things. This Miss Yamaguchi was often staring at her, once she started classes, and Ranma couldn't help himself from getting excited by that look. He'd received that look many, many times, but today was the first day he really knew what it meant. He had to adjust himself, often, because of the growing, increasingly painful erection that the teacher's glances were causing him. Her big tits and sweet booty didn't help matters either, of course.
Miki didn't know anything about Ranma's "capabilities," as Nabiki hadn't mentioned anything about his performances, and Miki hadn't heard Kuno's yelled statement. Still, Ranma was a new, sexy stud, and Miki had stalked and practically raped her students for less. So she made a point of bending down, showing off her sweater puppies, sitting on her desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs, brushing past Ranma, and letting her hands lightly travel his chest as she walked past him. Add onto that her sex-starved gazes, and Ranma was frankly having trouble sitting comfortably.
By them time class finally ended, Ranma had a full-on hard-on, trying not to whimper at the rather uncomfortable position he was in. He practiced a few meditation techniques that he'd learned, that helped stave off orgasm and often caused softness. As students began streaming to the front of class, handing in homework, Ranma actually succeeded, at least a little. Akane, Sakura, and Yuka, however, all moved forward right in front of Ranma, trying to silently draw him forward, so they could go to the next class. As Akane and the girls waited, however, the other students had already left, and Miki suddenly called for them to walk forward, and the girls ran forward, handing in their work and leaving, to avoid the wrath of Miss Yamaguchi. They waited outside the door, however, for Ranma, the three girls divided into two camps, their eyes shooting daggers at each other, as Yuka and Sakura were sure that Akane wanted Ranma, and Akane was sure that Yuka and Sakura were Nabiki's dimestore hussies.
Ranma waited until the last possible moment, when Miki closed the door to the room, and turned to him, clearing her throat as she sat down. As Ranma stood, and began walking forward, Miki pulled out a popsicle from her personal mini-fridge, and began sucking it lewdly. She locked eyes with Ranma as he walked forward, causing the young man (who, increasingly, appeared to have a bit of a thing for older women) to lost ground in terms of keeping control of one particular body part. As Ranma reached her desk, Miki spoke, as she removed the red posicle from her mouth, licking her lips clean as she looked into his eyes.
"Ranma. If you ever need help with any math, or even any science, you can always ask me, I'm happy to help new students. Volume, spheres, rods, or liquid dynamics. You come to me if you ever need any help finding your way around, alright?"
"Uhhh....yeah."
Ranma gulped, recognizing the thinly-veiled promises that Miki was making, emphasizing certain words above others. He nodded, and tried to move away before his body betrayed him. As he turns to walk away, however, Miki allowed herself her standard look down at Ranma's crotch. The surprise at the sight of Ranma's incredibly long, thick, slightly-upright rod, in his loose green silk slacks caused her to shove the popsicle down her throat. Her surprise, and the fact that she was caught up trying not to die saved Ranma from being ravaged then and there. However, as she relaxed her throat, and pulled out the popsicle, she vowed to try Ranma out. His cock was clearly not hard from the way it was hanging, but it had been gigantic, the tip stained a bit with Ranma's precum. She loved new students.
Ranma walked out, gulping a bit, and doing his best to covertly cover his semi-hard tower (which, of course, just drew attention to it). All three of the girls, however, quickly saw it, and Sakura's opinion of Ranma went up again, and her desire to bag Ranma was now warring heavily with her desire to keep Nabiki happy and be loyal to her. Akane, on the other hand, was made at Ranma for getting hard with Miki, and grabbed his arm, yanking him off. Sakura and Yuka followed, silently. They worked for Nabiki, of course, but even they weren't nuts enough to try and physically challenge Akane.
Akane decided that she'd show Ranma, for fucking her mom, not promising to marry her yet, failing to save her from the gang-bang, stopping the gang-bang, and getting hard with Miss Miki. She would get him back, and she would just plain get him, she promised herself. Sakura and Yuka, of course, were just plain nervous now, as Akane was looking around for a closet, and her intentions were -very- obvious. Where, Sakura thought, was Kuno when you needed him?
Just as she was thinking this, however, Akane ran smack into....
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