For most boys, the sight of a half-naked beauty like Ranko would’ve left them weak at the knees. The way she batted her eyes at him, the way she leaned her head against his chest, the way she “inadvertently” pressed her magnificent breasts together in such an enticing way you couldn’t help but stare…
Any other boy would’ve started a parade in their head, taken the hint, and then taken her. Or allowed her to take him. They wouldn’t have cared either way. But the thing about Ryoga Hibiki is, he couldn’t find a clue if it was stapled to his forehead. <i>Especially</i> if it was stapled to his forehead. Instead of thinking, “Oh, this half-naked hot chick wants to screw,” his thoughts went more along the lines of, “Oh, this poor girl needs some clothes. And, apparently, a hug.”
Yes, folks, Ryoga was so stupid that when Ranko was all but humping his leg he didn’t quite catch the hint that he had, in fact, hit upon the jackpot. For example:
“So,” Ranko said in between running her tongue tantalisingly along the length of a banana. She then leaned over to show off some cleavage and adopted the biggest, cutest eyes you ever did see. “What’s a big, handsome man like you doing aaaaall the way out here?”
Ryoga nervously laughed and scratched the back of his head. This much at least was the kind of reaction one might expect from a young man in this situation. It’s only natural to be a little nervous when being so blatantly and obviously hit on. But remember: Ryoga Hibiki was a complete idiot. When dealing with a complete idiot, the blatant and obvious aren’t typically nearly blatant or obvious <i>enough</i> to get their attention. Instead of capturing the complimentary part of what she was saying, Ryoga’s focus instead went entirely towards the question.
“I am here to right a wrong!” Ryoga declared. “I am in pursuit of a craven coward that dared to flee from a challenge!”
“How terrible,” Ranko moaned, leaning back against a tree while, and let us not mince words here, fellating a banana and lifting one leg just about enough to draw attention to the fact that, with a slightly lower perspective, Ryoga could see the colour of the underwear she was (not) wearing. “But I can see why he might run from such a big, muscular and handsome man like you!”
“There’s no excuse for such cowardice.”
“I agree,” Ranko said. She was using a tone of voice never found within the wilds of natural human conversation. There were only two locations one might find this tone typically. The first, uttered from the lips of a not very good porn actress. The second, from a better actress performing a parody of the first. “Someone that cowardly needs a good, hard -” At which point she smacked her firm, firm ass hard enough to have the sound echo in the valley beneath them. “Spanking,” she finished with a highly suggestive smile.
“Yes, obviously his father didn’t give him enough discipline,” Ryoga sagely nodded. “It’s a sad thing when parents let their - Uh, excuse me, Miss Ranko? What - What are you doing?”
“Getting tired of playing around,” Ranko said from inches away from him. “Come on, big boy. Let’s have some fun. Take your kit off and let’s have a tumble.”
Ranko’s nimble fingers dove for his belt, but were quickly batted away. “Wa- Wait. What?” Ryoga kicked away backwards across the ground, frantically trying to get away from the cute girl with the manic expression. “B-But we only just met! It wouldn’t be right to - To!”
He was silenced with a steamy kiss. You could tell because Ryoga suddenly went beet red, then shot off backwards as though propelled by a sudden release of quickly heated air. Though in truth he was simply backpedaling very, very quickly.
“We can’t, I mean, it just wouldn’t be right, I mean we just - I mean - “
“Why not?” Ranko asked, crawling forward seductively. “What would be so wrong about it? Give me a few minutes, and I’ll have it feeling <i>so</i> right.”
Steam might well have shot out of Ryoga’s ears - That is, if he didn’t take one step too many and fall off backwards down a cliff, where he landed with a terrible splash.
“Darn,” Ranko snapped her fingers and stomped her foot. “He got away! Well, I’ll get the lost boy next time, that’s for -” She stopped, looked around puzzled, then without any reason behind it collapsed to her knees and began to rapidly blink. “Huh,” she whispered, licking her lips. “That’s… <i>interesting</i>.”
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So, this was quite the unexpected turn of events from where Akihito was standing. His first day of, technically speaking, being alive (though in truth he did have full access to Ranma’s previous memories) and not only had he managed to obtain a wife of approximately equal beauty to himself, but also a wife that was rather… Persuasive, as well. Might not speak a word of Japanese (though somehow he had managed to learn Chinese, go figure), but the things she could do with that tongue of hers…
He had been fairly insistent on a checkup. Shampoo had taken a rather nasty tumble just now, and hit her head rather badly. Then come up with amnesia. Not a good sign. She didn’t seem to much care and had instead insisted that they consummate their wedding, which apparently, so far as her culture gave a damn, was performed by a kiss on the cheek. A trifle low key for his tastes, but the tradition likely stemmed from generations of hardship and toil.
They had a discussion over what they should do and in the end she had won out, because <i>look at her</i>. More importantly, look at them. Akihito would have thought it impossible to find a girl that could hope to enhance his own good looks, or even find someone on his level. But here she was with her legs around his waist and, not to be crass, but the best description his brilliant mind could think up was “fucking him like a tiger.” She was wild. Untamed. Untamable. Irresistible. He ran his hand across her soft back while her tongue searched for his tonsils, her breasts pressed against his chest and her pussy did such wonderful things to his dick that he would never, ever forget. Yes. This was heaven. It was paradise. He spared a passing thought for the others, and felt a little sorry for them. Not a one of them had the faintest clue what they were missing out on.
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Ranma had been sitting down to eat some apples when <i>it</i> had hit, and he was rather grateful for the fact. The apples he’d picked were a pretty good way to hide a certain embarrassing problem that had, for reasons unknown to him, arisen like an unkillable undead horror that was determined to ruin his day while promising that much fun could be had if only he’d listen to its sweet, treacherous lies. Yeah. <b>That</b> kind of problem. Worse yet. For some reason, this particular path he had chosen to sit on was rather popular at this time of day, and especially popular with attractive, healthy girls of about his age. Not the sort of fact he would normally pay any mind. In fact, he’d ignore them unless he had a cause to pay them attention, like avoiding bumping into one of them, or offering help if they needed it, or talking to them if they talked to him.
Not so much today. Today, li’l Ranma was demanding he pay them attention whatever he wanted. Today, li’l Ranma was standing at attention and demanding that all the hotties get themselves a look over. Ranma’s eye twitched, as the matter wasn’t helped when one girl dropped something and then bent over to pick the damn thing up, taking her sweet-ass time about it while drawing Ranma’s attention to her sweet ass. All truth told she was only down for maybe three seconds, but with the way Ranma was feeling it felt like three damn hours. Any longer and the pile of apples in his lap would have gone flying everywhere!
Why the hell was he so horny all of a sudden?! And why, oh why, did he have a sneaking suspicion that it was because of something the other three, uh, hims were up to? Whether they were or not, as soon as this inexplicably raging boner died he was on the hunt to find those troublemakers and show them who the boss was around these parts!
- Akihito and his new wife meet up with the others.
- Meanwhile, Isamu is having to deal with the psychic feedback in addition to his own problem.
- After enjoying the psychic connection, Ranko finds a cute little black pig.
- A few days later, Ranma is becoming even more frustrated by the other three’s antics.
- Skip to the Tendo dojo.
- Something else
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