If anyone ever thought to actually ask, they would discover that Ranma Saotome was not really all that complicated a person. Not that he particularly pretended to be. The most complicated things about him were his romantic entanglements, with his curse being a close second. In terms of personality he was actually rather straightforward, and didn’t particularly mind the fact.
He liked showing off. Really liked showing off. Not because he was a bad person or arrogant (well, okay, maybe he was arrogant) but because it was a simple pleasure and he had worked hard to be as talented as he was. Anyone that worked even half as hard would flaunt such talent as well, no matter what it was. He knew this. He accepted it. Even so! He couldn’t help but let his pride dictate his course, couldn’t stop showing off in spite of himself.
So imagine his surprise to realise what a complete pervert he was. Sure, he could accept it easily enough. The out-of-this-world sex helped as a convincing argument. But he’d never really thought of it as a way to show off before now. His girl form was hotter than magma even before the recent - er, augmentation, shall we call it? And now? Anyone that wasn’t a little bit turned on in his girl form’s presence probably didn’t have a libido to begin with. In his not-so-humble opinion.
The thing was, he also kinda wanted to get his rocks off as a guy sometime too. Akane seemed like the perfect choice. In some ways they were quite similar people with similar likes, similar interests, and so on. Sure. The girl wasn’t quite as sexy - strictly speaking - as Ranma’s girl form, and was certainly nowhere near as cute. Except when she smiled, maybe, but it was a photo finish. Sure. The two of them argued a fair amount. But they generally did get on okayish, and she was certainly hot enough to make almost every single guy they knew develop a little bit of a crush on her. So. Seemed like a straightforward choice.
Then she said no. Hell no, in fact. Accused him of being a pervert (guilty) and only wanting sex (well, maybe not <i>just</i> sex, but it seemed like a good place to start), of only being interested because she’d recently undergone the same growth spurt as his girl form (not guilty, but it sure did serve as a convincer).
He was quite glad to have gone to his best buds for a little advice on the topic. After all, they’d helped him embrace his truly perverted side, so why the hell not? Well. Ranma could tell you why not, and the reason wasn’t all that complicated either.
Watching his two best friends suckling at Akane’s breasts, hearing her fight back the moans, attempt desperately to quench the desire and fire he knew was burning her up from the inside out, knowing what she was going through and how completely it broke through your barriers and brought out the animalistic side of you… Ranma couldn’t take his eyes off the scene, not for a single second. His dick could pierce steel right now. Yet that all-consuming arousal was still tinged with a strong touch of jealousy that those two boys were getting to touch Akane in a way he hadn’t yet. He wondered what her milk tasted like. Pondered what it was like to be the one making her squirm in arousal.
And the places his envious imagination took him only made him hornier still.
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Akane Tendo was not a pervert. She wasn’t. She wasn’t. Really. She wasn’t. She had always felt that something like <i>that</i> should be reserved for someone you really actually honestly cared about, and even then she was a little too shy about the subject to imagine herself actually going for a guy. Properly seducing them, using her body to entice them, things like that. The thought never really crossed her mind that it might be fun or anything less than humiliating.
Until right about now.
The boys had been feeding on her breast milk for about a minute and a half at this point, and Akane had actually forgotten that they even existed. She felt the pleasure but did not associate it with them. Almost the entire time her gaze and her thoughts had been on Ranma. Her unwanted fiance. A sex-changing freak with an arrogant streak. A womaniser. The boy that insulted her, got into arguments with her.
And the boy she had fallen head over heels in love with even in spite of that.
Was it the times that he actually did show her a little respect or concern? Was it the times that he put himself in harm’s way for her protection or perhaps protecting others? Was it the tender moments they had when they were actually given the opportunity to, you know, interact with one another without any pressure or distractions? Was it destined? Was it meant to be?
Whichever it was, when Ranma had entered her room and started talking about his feelings she had been over the moon. He took back all the insults, all the little jabs. He appeared to have overcome his pride and wanted to start afresh.
Unfortunately, fresh seemed to be a rather apt description. She slapped him as hard as she could. Accused him of toying with her feelings. Accused him of being a pervert that wanted nothing but sex and pushed him out of her room.
Trick was, right about now she was having trouble remembering why that was a bad thing. Her gaze continually flicked down to the bulge in his trousers, and a wave of desire flared through her every time. She wanted it. Wanted him. Needed him. Like oxygen.
“There,” a voice said, reminding her that there were more people in the room than just the two of them. “All done.”
Akane blinked and looked down at Ranma’s two friends, who wiped at their mouths with smug grins on their faces. Akane felt too dizzy to properly stand up, so she stayed where she was and felt her mind start to reel.
“Something wrong?” Daisuke asked. “You’re still looking a little bit uneven. Be honest now, <b>what do you want?</b>”
“To have sex with Ranma,” she answered, the words tripped out of her mouth without her even being consciously aware of them. Ranma smiled and made to stand up, but Hiroshi gently pushed him back into the chair.
“Now, hold on a second. Let’s not be too hasty here!” Hiroshi said. “I mean, it’s my understanding you kicked him out when he came to you. What’s to say you won’t just kick him out again?”
“That’s right,” Daisuke agreed. “I think Ranma is going to need some reassurance that you’re not just going to kick him out again.”
“Huh?” Ranma said. “I do?”
“That’s right!” Hiroshi firmly declared. “I think. Um. Did you have something particular in mind, Dai?”
“I certainly did,” Daisuke said. “We leave these two lovebirds alone and keep their family nice and distracted, no sense in letting them be interrupted. While we do that, Akane here is going to <b>give Ranma an erotic dance. While she does so, she must say that she is a pervert one hundred times, with conviction.</b>”
Akane blinked and shook her head. No, something felt wrong here. The euphoria was wearing off now, and something felt terribly wrong here. Dance for Ranma while proclaiming herself to be a pervert? She’d never do something like that, and the idea that she’d jump him as soon as those two left felt a little embarassing, really. Letting them know that they were doing… That? No, no, their first time should be -
“Sounds good to me,” Hiroshi said. “Have fun, you two!”
Without another word the two of them left. Akane gawped. First at the door. Then at Ranma. Then she felt her shoulders start to slowly roll around, while her chest thrust forward, and certain words fell from her lips without the slightest trace of hesitation.
“I am a pervert,” she said, sounding like she meant it. That was once. Wait. What was she doing? She slid off the bed and stared hard at Ranma, feeling a strange rhythm begin to spread throughout her body. Her increasingly warm-feeling body. “I’m a pervert, and I love it,” Akane said, beginning to dance with a slight thrill in each motion. The rhythm had taken her body, and even in spite of her best attempts to stop herself it only seemed to make it more intense, her movements more sexual, more erotic. She caught Ranma lick his lips in anticipation, and shortly afterwards caught herself doing much the same. The will to fight began to disappear into the ether.
“I am such a pervert!” she moaned, and started to hope that the remaining ninety-seven times passed quickly. She wasn’t sure she could take much more.
- Akane continues dancing for Ranma
- Ranma can't take it anymore and pulls Akane into his lap.
- Ranma and Akane argue over who is the bigger pervert
- Meanwhile, Hiroshi and Daisuke distract the family.
- An unexpected guest arrives
- Something else
Seems cute, and it isn't like any of us chimed in this week :) *has been all distracted*
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