Sorry this took so long, it took me quite a while to figure out exactly what I wanted to do with this. Enjoy and give feedback, then I'll put up all this last week's stories on Monday.
Whoever that girl was staring at her, Ukyo didn’t know her. She was staring into the eyes of a stranger, not a reflection. Whoever that was happened to be clad in the kind of outfit she’d never wear. A blue form-fitting blouse that emphasised the womanly figure beneath and a cute frilly black skirt that went halfway down to the knees. There was no trace of the girl that had attended a boy’s school with only one other student even suspecting the truth. For the first time she could properly comprehend the cuteness Ranma had once told her she possessed. The really weird part of all of this, the one thing that stood up above all the other conflicting thoughts and feelings she was experiencing right now was not confusion or admiration or dislike or anything she might have expected.
Instead the predominant sensation was “rightness”. It felt right to wear these clothes, even if they didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. The idea of hiding these curves from the world felt wrong, as if she were hiding away a work of art. It felt comfortable to wear. Lightweight, yet maintaining a comfortable body temperature while looking completely adorable at the same time!
Moreover, it felt right to move the way she’d been taught in these clothes. It felt right to keep her back straight and move her arms in ways that drew attention to her breasts. It felt right to give just enough sway to her hips to make the skirt flip up just enough to show off the colour of her panties. Assuming, that is, she wasn’t wearing a g-string like she happened to be right then. But on deeper reflection it was rather difficult to think of a reason she would wear her regular underwear ever again. This ensemble was the height of comfort, sexiness and the perfect symbol of the new Ukyo Kuonji!
“Do you like your new wardrobe?” Miss Print asked. Ukyo nodded emphatically. “Excellent! Now we can move on to the final stage of your training with us today. Flirting!
“Body language and cute clothes will only get you so far. Though I do admit that’s quite the distance. Even so! If you want to guarantee you’ll snag mister right you’ll need a little more than the physical appeal. That’s the bait, flirting is the hook. Get him looking, keep him interested and then you can reel any man in!”
That did admittedly make quite a bit of sense after a little thought. After all, Ukyo had seen plenty of relationships forming in her time. While boys may appear to be ruled by libido on the surface many of them needed much more than good looks to maintain interest. After all, a relationship was more than just a bout of lust. There had to be something a bit deeper, something with more there!
“In the past it has proved quite impossible for me to even begin to substitute for a man. Therefore, I have opted to bring in a volunteer. Please, Mister Kuno, if you would introduce yourself, and thank you for volunteering to participate in this manner.”
“Not at all,” Kuno said from the doorway. No way. Not him. Surely not him of all people! “When the cause is love, who am I to refuse assistance?”
“Wait a minute,” Ukyo said. “You can’t possibly mean… You want me to flirt with him? With Kuno?!”
“Oh, dear. You know each other?” Miss Print asked.
“I fear not,” Kuno replied. “I would surely remember a flower like this. It is not often I encounter a creature of such radiant beauty.”
Weird. That sounded almost genuine and heartfelt. Not like his other usual poetic nonsense at all! “S-So how do we go about this, exactly?” Ukyo asked. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Talk with him for a while,” Miss Print said. “Let him see your inner beauty and the rest will take care of itself.”
That didn’t sound <i>too</i> hard. Sure, Kuno was just about the last person she’d ever want to spend time with but if it was only for a little while… If she could learn how to flirt with him, then Ranma would be no trouble at all!
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It had taken a lot of work. Every ounce of strength and stamina she had. Every single tactical and strategic lesson she’d ever taken. But she’d done it. After goodness knows how long, Shampoo finally had Kuno right where she wanted him:
Lying on his back while she straddled his waist and gyrated in place.
Sure, the two of them were naked. Sure, they were sweating buckets. Sure, his hands kept running the length of her body, leaving little trails of burning pleasure wherever they touched. Sure, she was fucking him with enough intensity to power a city and sure, she was loving the hell out of all of the above. None of that mattered. The only thing she cared about was the simple fact that she was on top, and he was not.
“You make the most adorable little grunts of pleasure,” Kuno said. “Do you like it when I touch you here, like this?”
“N-Not even remotely!” Shampoo insisted. Her pride demanded nothing less. She could not let him know how completely surprised she was at how proficient a lover he turned out to be. No, that was unthinkable! “You not know f-first thing about pleasure woman!”
Kuno just smiled and allowed both of his hands to wander across towards Shampoo’s nipples, whereupon she found it quite impossible to remember exactly what he did because of an inexplicable hormonal overload that left her screaming like a banshee.
“Are you sure about that?” Kuno asked from above her. Shampoo blinked in confusion. Wait. Above her? How had he - Kuno rocked his hips in a most peculiar and fascinating manner, bringing the warrior into an uncontrollable shudder of delight. “Did you not hear my question? Are you quite sure I don’t know the first thing about pleasuring a woman?”
Shampoo’s pride swelled up once again and she tried to insist: No! No, you don’t! But at the same time her mouth opened he repeated the gesture and the only sound she could make was a moan that came up from her toes.
“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
She tried to answer once again, but it was the same response. Her legs flew up and ensnared his hips in a scissor grip, locking ankles behind his back in an attempt to make him go faster. Faster! Gods above, she was so close! So impossibly close!
“Is something wrong, my dear warrior maiden? Ah! Of course! The spell that binds you to that foul sorceror weakens with every moment! But you have nothing to fear. Soon you will be free of him.”
Shut up! Just shut up! She wanted to scream it at him now. Shut up and make her cum! It was so very nearly there, and his talking, his incessant chatter was keeping her from going over the edge!
“All you have to do is admit the truth: You enjoy making love with me. Admit it.”
“Shampoo admits it!” she screamed, pride be damned! “Please, Shampoo needs - Shampoo needs to cum!”
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Well, well, well. Where did her sister disappear to? Nabiki looked around the corridor with a furrowed brow. Very strange. After all, the way that Akane had crept off like that, only to be followed by the rest of Ranma’s entourage one after the other… Very peculiar! Definitely worth investigating.
But why this place? Why had they all gathered here? That was the question burning in her mind at the moment. Had they all decided to settle their differences independently of Ranma? A final battle to determine who wins the wild horse? Pft. He was hardly worth it. What did those girls see in that idiot anyway?
“Ahem!” said a voice behind her. Nabiki turned around and looked right up at a very tall, very irate-looking woman that it would probably be a good idea to run away from if not for the fact that her wrist had been seized and pulled up behind her back. “This is a restricted area, and your face is not on the guest list. Believe me! I memorise the faces every day, so don’t struggle and don’t bother with a lie. You’re coming with me.”
Hard to argue the point when she could break Nabiki’s arm in a second. Oh, yes, she remembered this particular hold from her youth. More than once she had screamed uncle in friendly tousles with Akane in the dojo because of a hammerlock, and that’s not a pain you forget too easily. For now, she’d go along with it but at the first chance she got!
“I saw my sister come in here,” she said. “I was wondering what she was up to, and - Ah! Break that arm and you’ll regret it!”
“Not as much as you will,” the woman replied. “If your sister did come in here, then I’m sure she’s taking advantage of one of our numerous facilities or restaurants. Private facilities or restaurants, I may well say. The sort you pay through the nose to make use of. Ah! Of course. I bet she’s one of the participants in our little contest! She’s a martial artist, right? We sent out a few invitations to some of the best in the area to participate in a competition, so perhaps that’s why she came here.”
Nabiki snorted. If Shampoo was in this competition, then it was already decided. Oh well! Whatever the prize might have been, Akane wasn’t likely to win it at any rate. Unfortunately, that did leave Nabiki wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this mess!
“Miss Fortune, I see that you have decided to entertain a rat!” a rich and charming voice called out from behind them. Nabiki peered over her shoulder and saw a tall man in a business suit approaching them with a disarming smile. “An intruder, right? You don’t need to tell me anything, I can take care of this from here. Return to your duties, while I discuss with the young… lady exactly why sneaking onto someone else’s property is such a naughty, naughty thing to do.”
“Very well, sir,” Miss Fortune said, releasing Nabiki’s arm with great reluctance and leaving as quickly and quietly as the wind.
“I do hope she didn’t hurt you, Miss!” the man said. “I am the owner of this multifaceted establishment and I do have to apologise for any rough treatment my employees may have caused you.”
“Think nothing of it,” Nabiki said, easily sliding back into her ‘take control’ mode of thinking and behaving. “I’m quite sure she may well have bruised my arm, which will doubtless affect my schoolwork. But I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it, and I certainly wouldn’t accept a bribe to keep quiet about such rough practises.”
The man laughed uproariously. “No need to fish for cash! I’m already thinking of making you an offer. A rather rare one at that, no obligation to say yes. You can walk out of here in a second, but considering this is how much you’ll make in about an hour of work if you say yes I can’t imagine you saying no!”
A cheque appeared in his hand as if out of the very substance of the air, and Nabiki took it for a casual observation. Her controlled mask dropped immediately upon seeing it. She had to pick her jaw up off the floor after something like this. After all, Nabiki hadn’t seen so many zeros lined up since Akane last beat up the hentai horde. She shook her head and blinked to get rid of the amazement. “And what exactly would this job entail?”
“Nothing more than a waitress position at one of our fine restaurants. A pretty face like yours will surely brighten it up even more! Look over there, and you can see some of the waitresses coming off a shift. Would you like to talk to them before you make your decision?”
Nabiki glanced over her shoulder, and saw two girls walking down the corridor dressed identically. They both had much more reasonable outfits than she’d been expecting, all truth told. They looked like regular waitresses more than anything else. No tiny skirts, no plunging neckline, no heels that could take an eye out at twenty paces. If anything they seemed pretty sensible. Black trousers, white shirt, black apron and a cute little bow tie. It was, if anything, a pretty reasonable uniform and certainly better than expected for a figure paying that much.
“Hm… I think I’d like a trial run to see if I like the position,” Nabiki said thoughtfully. Better to hedge those bets.
“Of course! Ah! Could one of you please show the young miss to the fitting room so she can have a uniform prepared? I’m terribly sorry, how embarrassing. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Nabiki Tendo,” she said without even looking back. Heh. In a few months she’d probably be running this place. “And I look forward to working with you.”
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Kasumi stared at the fruit in her hand and wondered what on earth it was supposed to be. She’d never seen anything quite like it before. Nor in fact any of the products on offer in this most peculiar market. The air had this refreshingly sweet and relaxing aroma, the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, and all of the staff had genuine friendly smiles on their faces.
It was all just as the brochure had described and so much more.
“Can I help you with anything, Miss?” one of the assistants asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really. Thank you,” Kasumi replied. “I was just wondering what kind of fruit this was. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before.”
“That is a kuhmahloat,” the assistant explained. “It’s a new discovery that our farmers are only now starting to grow. Expect to see a lot of it in coming years because it’s bound to be a smash hit! Would you like to try a free sample before you buy?”
“Certainly. Is that the free sample tray over there? Are you sure you don’t mind if I try a piece?”
“Not at all! That’s what it’s there for. Give a free sample, and it’ll surely convince people to buy a bigger piece.” The assistant giggled. “Sorry, a little bit of honesty in marketing slipping through for a moment. Go right ahead! It blew my mind the first time I tried a piece, and I’m sure yours will be too.”
Well, it would be rude not to at least try a piece after such a ringing endorsement. Without another word on the matter Kasumi reached down, plucked up one of the pinkish cubes by the toothpick sticking out of it, plopped it in her mouth and -
Gasped as an explosion of taste erupted in her mouth. It was sweet in a way that nothing had ever really tasted sweet before. The juice trickled down her throat, leaving behind it taste buds revelling in ecstasy. Her entire mouth felt like a celebration, a festival to the wondrous new flavour it had never before dreamt possible.
“You can try another piece if you’d like,” the assistant said. “As many as you might want.”
Without hesitation Kasumi reached down and picked up another cube, plopping it in her mouth and rolling it around in an attempt to get all of the flavour out of it before taking that first bite. If anything, that made it taste even better than before! The texture, the aftertaste, all delightful and perfect! Kasumi reached for another, and another. Each time she found whole new heights for this taste to reach. Each bite was a brief expedition beyond heaven’s gates that lasted just a little bit longer each time, but was still too brief. Far too brief. More was needed. More!
But then she reached down and found that there were no more free samples to be had. The assistant offered her a handkerchief, which she delicately dabbed at her mouth. Then she sniffed the handkerchief and after a moment ate it as well.
“Did you like it, then? I knew you would!”
“Yessss,” Kasumi breathed. She then had a moment of self reflection, shook her head and straightened herself out. “Pardon me, I mean to say that it was most delightful.”
“How wonderful!” the assistant said. “I knew you’d like it. Tell you what, why don’t I show you some of my personal favourite out of our free samples, to give you a small taste of what we have on offer?”
“That would be most helpful. Thank you. The new products are all quite overwhelming, and I don’t quite know where to begin.”
“Then follow me, and I’ll open your mind to whole new possibilities, the likes of which you’ve never even imagined.”
The two smiled at each other, and Kasumi followed after the assistant with a slight spring in her step and a seductive sway in her hips. Oh, yes. If that was the kind of new product they had on offer here, Kasumi felt that it was inevitable this would become her new favourite shopping location. They’d do wonderful business here, no question!
Conclude Ukyo’s seduction
Continue Nabiki’s or Kasumi’s
Start another girl’s seduction.
One of the girls wakes up. What happens to her now?
Skip to later.
Something else
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