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It always made Akane feel a little bit annoyed at her fiance for adopting that particular strategy. Flirting her way into a free mountain of ice cream or sweets, then polishing it all off without a single thought.
So one could perhaps forgive her for indulging in a little schadenfreude for something as trivial as the ice cream server being a woman, and Ranma not having enough money to pay for an ice cream cone.
“Don’t know what you’re smirking about,” Ranma huffed. “I don’t see anything remotely funny about any of this. I mean, it’s not like I crave the soft, cold, delicious flavour of ice cream or anything like that.”
A beat later.
“Come on, just a lick? Just a tiny little lick? Please, Akane?”
“Serves you right for depending on flirting so much,” Akane replied, taking a taunting, teasing lick of her cone that she too late realised could be taken in a perverted context when she noticed some boys behind Ranma imitating her pigtailed fiance’s drooling expression. “I would have thought even a half-decent martial artist would have more than one strategy to deal with a situation in case the unexpected occurred.”
Akane chuckled around her next lick of the cone. Honestly, sometimes Ranma’s irritated expression was just as cute as a bunny trying to eat peanut butter. In spite of their little spats she really did enjoy hanging out with him. Or her as the case currently was. It was a shame, really. If only she knew for certain Ranma felt about her the way she felt about him…
The important point to note is that Ranma felt much the same way. Important because it created an unusual situation with an unusual item that was approaching them at a fast pace…
“Pigtailed girl! Akane Tendo! To see you both here, in this place at once! Truly it is a sign from above! A fated encounter! Let us enjoy our time together!”
Akane rolled her eyes. Ugh! This pest again! Why was it she could never get away from him? What would it take to make him leave them al- Oh no. No, no, no! She could see the wheels turning in Ranma’s head even now, don’t you dare don’t you even dare!
“Oh Kuno-sempai!” Ranma squealed adorably enough to stop a rampaging rhino in its tracks. “Akane is being a meanie and isn’t sharing her ice cream coooone. Could you please, pretty please buy me one?” Ugh, even batting her eyes for effect! Any girl behaving that way in public should just die of embarrassment! “I’d be ever so grateful.” Ranma punctuated that last statement by leaning seductively into Kuno’s chest, and -
Akane fidgeted a little bit without the faintest idea why. Here she was watching her gender-flipped fiance flirt with a guy she utterly hated. Yet for some reason it made her feel… good. Good enough that she didn’t even notice the seductive manner she’d started to lick upon the cone or the little way that she whimpered. She didn’t even notice when several boys started to faint with nosebleeds. Her attention was entirely upon the sight of Ranma flirting with Kuno to manipulate him into buying her ice cream.
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She was playing him like a fiddle. The idiot was such an easy instrument. A complete tool in terms of personality and how easy it was to manipulate him! Show him a pretty face and he’d fall in line. Particularly if she pressed her breasts together like so. In three… Two… One.
“What sort of man would I be if I allowed a fierce young woman to go without her favoured snack?” Kuno replied. Jackpot. “But nor would I be any sort of a man if I completely ignored the fair beauty and fiery spirit of Akane Tendo!”
Ranma rolled her eyes as Kuno turned his attention towards Akane, even going so far as to hold her hand. Ugh. The very sight of it made her feel kinda weird. Not really bad weird though. Kuno leaned in close and gently scooped a small drop of ice cream from Akane’s chin and licked it. Ranma shuddered, and for a fleeting moment wished she had done that with the uncute tomboy instead.
“I shall retrieve a cone for you as well,” Kuno said. “Remain here, I shall return soon.”
And off he went into the store without another word to either of them. The instant he was gone, Akane spoke. “What was that?” she demanded.
“What was what?”
“Flirting with Kuno,” she insisted. “What was that?”
“That was just to get some ice cream,” Ranma replied, wondering why her thoughts kept going back to the irritating kendoist while they argued. “What was with you letting him do that thing with the ice cream on your chin? Honestly! The way you were looking at him made me wanna throw up!”
“What do you mean the way I was looking at him? I wasn’t looking at him! I was looking at you! Perverted flirt!”
“Uncute tomboy!”
“Egotistical!”
“Unsexy!”
“Ladies, please!” Kuno interrupted, suddenly appearing between the two of them as if out of nowhere. Both found an ice cream cone thrust into their hands, and both felt momentarily stunned by the interruption of the argument. “It would not do for such close friends to argue over a man! I would have you both, or neither at all! Please, enjoy your ice cream and let us meet again at another time!”
It was strange, but for some reason both Ranma and Akane turned to watch Kuno walk off down the street with a blush tinging both of their cheeks. He was an idiot. Neither of them were attracted to him. Not in the slightest. So why was it that both of them were unconsciously licking on their ice cream cone like they were hungry for something else entirely? Perhaps it is the effect of the NTR ring, twisting its way around their unusual situation. After all. Ranma and Akane were mutually attracted to one another, and Kuno was attracted to both of them. A whole different subcategory of NTR had manifested: The simultaneous multi-directional self-perpetuating NTR! The dreaded super-rare Feedback NTR! With both girls playing the role of victim and seduced at the same time!
- Later on, Ranma and Akane start behaving very unusually.
- The next day Kuno encounters Ranma as a man.
- Kuno encounters another couple, and the NTR effect kicks in for them as well.
- Seemingly unrelated circumstances force Ranma and Akane to go to the Kuno home.
- Something else
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