You have been warned.
Now that Akane was apparently done being sickened to the very core of her being, she noticed that she was returning upstairs towards her room. Against her will, certainly, but it was also the place she was wanting to go. A quick experiment to see if she could regain control got a big fat no in response. As if to rub a little salt into the wound, which was already metaphorically gaping wide as it was, the damned badge was drawn out once again - except this time the being in control of her body tapped the next part of the written text. One female. Which got Akane’s heart racing quite a bit. Before, she was kind of hoping for Ranma as the least of all evils. Now? It was still the case because the alternatives were her sisters, and - Oh god, how horrible would that be?!
Up the stairs, and to the left. The first room was the guest room appropriated by the Saotomes. She felt a little relief when she suddenly gave a perfect ninety degree turn and slid open the door, revealing Ranma - male form - sleeping with his limbs splayed all over the place. Sorry, Ranma, looks like you were about to get a rude awakening and a splash of cold water to boot. It really wasn’t her fault. Really! It wasn’t! She would have to explain in the morning and apologise, but then who would apologise to her for making her experience all this?
“Rise and shine!” her mouth said, directing towards Ranma a not very gentle kick that - to Akane’s amusement - managed to miss when he rolled out of the way. “Sir! Please awaken immediately! This is federal business, and you are impeding an inspector!”
“Huh…? Whasat?” Ranma asked, bleary eyed and yawning. The badge was flashed in front of his eyes, and he rolled his sleepy eyes. “What, now? You have gotta be kidding.”
“My apologies for waking you up at this hour, but this inspector has been negligent in her duties,” Akane’s body explained against her will. “Therefore, as part of this inspector’s necessary punishment, you are hereby conscripted to assist in an inspection. Failure to comply could result in a fine -”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Ranma yawned. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Conscripted? Assist in an inspection? That couldn’t possibly mean - Akane smartly turned and walked out of the room with Ranma following close behind in a manner more like a zombie than his usual upbeat and energetic self. What on earth did this twisted being have in mind for them? It couldn’t possibly intend <i>that</i>, it was just absurd! But then, find one thing about this situation that wasn’t!
Her fears seemed to be realised when her fist rapped thrice against Nabiki’s door, and a minute later thrice again. Soon enough her older sister appeared in the doorway with a face like murder and a twitch in her that threatened much punishment in the morning for this unspeakable crime. Whatever it was, somehow Akane doubted it could top what she was about to have to go through. Her murderous eyes fell upon the badge and her posture became a bit more terse.
“Federal business,” Akane said apologetically, but professionally. “We shall not be long. Failure to comply means -”
Nabiki grunted and stepped aside to allow the two of them into the room. She stared a little bit at Ranma quizzically, and he simply shrugged.
“Due to this inspector’s failure to meet the day’s quota, the inspector’s fiance will be conducting the investigation under careful supervision. Please, Nabiki Tendo, remove your pajamas at your leisure. Remember again that this is a federal inspection.”
She did so with only a small bit of hesitation. Ranma tried to avoid looking directly at her, only for Akane’s own hands to force him to look. “You should start by asking her if there are any problems she would like to report before the inspection begins, as well as any dissatisfaction. This will assist in writing the ticket when the inspection is completed.”
“… Anything you want to report?” Ranma asked, carefully averting his eyes because he could not turn his head. Akane gently nudged him, causing Ranma to wince. “I mean, are you satisfied with your, you know? Anything you want improved in any way?”
“Not at all,” Nabiki said, stifling a yawn. “You kind of caught me in the middle of a really bad time. It’s kind of difficult to concentrate right now, if you catch my meaning.”
“Very well,” Akane said. “If you think of anything for the next inspection, please state it at that time. For the first test, you must use one finger to make her enter a state of arousal as quickly as possible.”
With a tremendous amount of resignation, Ranma forced Nabiki’s legs apart and - She couldn’t believe she was seeing this. What she’d done with Genma had been disgusting, but this - This was hurting her in ways deeper and more traumatic than she could ever have expected! She was watching her fiance finger her sister! Not because they were going about it behind her back. Because she’d made them do this against their will! She felt - She felt completely sickened beyond the core of her being! She might never feel well again!
“There,” Ranma said, pulling his damp finger away and holding it away from himself as though he might catch something if it got too close. “All done.”
“Good!” Akane said. “The second test we must administer is sensitivity. In this test, you must use your tongue to make her climax as quickly as possible. I shall be measuring the time it takes, as well as the intensity of the orgasm.”
Watching Ranma’s face disappear between Nabiki’s legs was… shocking to say the least. The little moans and whimpers her usually cold sister was giving off were like little twists of the knife in her heart, twisting and turning away with each and every single -
Ah, but it was the sudden rapid breathing and the way that she pulled a pillow over her face to muffle a scream of ecstasy that really finished Akane off. Drained. Completely drained. Emotionally drained. Physically unwell, if not for the fact she couldn’t control what she was doing.
“Good work,” Akane said. “You would make an excellent inspector with a touch more professionalism.”
“Well, yeah, obviously I would! Don’t need a tomboy to tell me something like - *yawn*”
“You may return to bed at any time you wish, Mister Saotome. Oh, but one other thing, to help ensure that this inspector meets her quota in future. Motivational tools are an essential part of any job where a quota must be filled…”
The ticket pad was whipped out, and if Akane had any dread left in her then she would have dreaded what it would have said. Ranma’s name was put at the top of it, and from there she felt a sense of panic set in with each fresh word entered upon it.
<i>When Inspector Akane Tendo fails to meet her quota, you will have permission to perform an inspection upon any female nearby. Should she meet her quota, you may at your discretion conduct an inspection of her instead.</i>
Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place! Giving Ranma that kind of permission was - It was unthinkable! Damned if she did, and damned worse if she didn’t! This badge - This badge was a gift from hell itself! Or perhaps worse than hell. It was the kind of thing Happosai might dream up after a bender!
“Ranma. You have permission to return to sleep at your leisure,” Akane said. Nabiki took one look at her sheets and winced, while Ranma staggered out of the room bleary eyed and clutching his ticket. “As for you, Nabiki Tendo. I will write your ticket now.”
Honestly she was past caring, and didn’t even notice what this demon wrote for her sister. Could’ve been just about anything. She didn’t really care anymore. Nothing could make this worse. Nothing at all! She just sort of zoned out until she noticed her body had been led back into her room, and she was staring at her own reflection in the mirror.
“Disappointing,” the body said, wagging its finger. “We have high hopes for you, but this is not a good start. You will have to pick up your game, and meet your quota from now on. I can assure you, Miss Tendo, we can and we will administer much worse punishments than this.”
Her body crawled into bed, and in spite of herself Akane drifted off to sleep and tried so very hard to convince herself it was all a bad, terrible, awful nightmare.
- What exactly did she write for Nabiki’s ticket anyway?
- The next morning, Akane is determined to meet her quota.
- The next morning, Genma reports for his daily inspection.
- Akane decides to investigate where the badge comes from.
- Something else
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