Ranma couldn’t remember the last time his mouth felt so dry. There he was, standing in the middle of the training hall, one hand stroking Akane’s taut stomach while the other lingered on her thigh. His brows were furrowed with rapt concentration as he whispered into his fiancee’s ear. It felt to him that at any moment the hammer might fall, and he meant that quite literally. He could hardly help it. For all that he made fun of her, Akane was still a very healthy young woman and he was an even healthier (and straight) young man. Find one of the former, put them in a cheerleader uniform, have the latter hold them close for several minutes. It’s like cooking instructions for a quick erection.
“You can feel my spell taking hold,” he said, and she pressed herself back into his body even more. “Your willpower is crumbling, your defenses weakening. Soon you will be mine.”
“I’ll fight you to my last breath,” she said with a slight timbre to her voice. Ranma whimpered a little. Her butt was pressing into his dick again, and he instinctively backed off just a shade lest she notice this time. “That is, if you even manage to stay in character! Honestly, Ranma! Given how often you like to trick Ryoga you’d think this would be easy for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ranma replied, turning around so that he could hide it from her. “Well, it ain’t easy! There’s a lot to do at once. I have to remember lines, put the right emotion into them, and on top of that I have to hold an uncute tomboy the entire time.”
And then, to Ranma’s complete surprise, he felt a pair of arms go around his chest. It took him a moment to realise that Akane was hugging him from behind. He gulped, and since that didn’t quite convey exactly how he was feeling right then, he gulped a second time.
“Then how about… We take it a step at a time?” Akane said. “That should work, right? It’s not that difficult to act. How about we try it one last time. Forget that you’re holding onto an uncute tomboy for a minute and just… say the lines, from start to end.”
“I don’t know…”
“Giving up? Well. Maybe I could ask someone else to play the villain instead. Kuno’s the bombastic sort, don’t you think?”
An image flared up in his mind of some other boy holding Akane like that, and - Everyone has a set of levers in their head. Things that are important to a person. Issues that make them sit up and take notice because they matter to them on a personal level. Just now, Akane had jumped up and down on two of Ranma’s biggest levers, though he would outright deny that the second one existed at all if he was asked. His pride. His protectiveness of Akane. Put either of these elements into question and he would punch something to the moon.
Alright then. They took their positions again. He pulled her close. Tried to ignore how nice she smelled. Closed his eyes. Ignored her warmth. Furrowed his brow again. Concentrated. Tried to blank his mind. Her body wriggled and writhed as if she was trying to escape his grip but lacked the strength - though the truth was that if she was trying to escape him, he would have to hold her a lot tighter than this - and incidentally caused her body to press firmly up against his.
But right now these things didn’t matter to Ranma. Not even a little bit. Instead he was pulling up the lines from memory that he and Akane had agreed to previously. They appeared in his mind’s eye as if rising up from the depths of a lake.
“At last I have you in my grasp,” he began. “You have evaded me long enough!”
“Let go of me, you fiend!”
"Your resistance only makes your inevitable submission sweeter… Magic Panties Cheerleader!”
Akane gasped. “Y-You’re wrong!” she stammered. “I am not - What gave you that idea?”
Before he spoke the next line, Akane’s hands took his and began to guide them to separate locations on her body. His right hand settled in between her breasts, but over the cheerleader uniform while his left was left trailing up and down her thighs. Ranma didn’t even notice when both of his hands began to squeeze and rub their designated locations, nor did he pay any mind to the slight smile playing on his lips. His eyes remained closed for the duration.
“Deny it all you like,” he continued. “You can feel my power taking hold -”
“Spell,” Akane corrected with a harsh thrust backward that made Ranma gasp. “Alright, I think I see what the problem is now. Ranma. What’s your motivation?”
“Motivation?” he asked. “Uh… I guess he wants to turn you into his loyal minion?”
“Wrong!” she admonished, flicking him on the forehead and then twirling around to strut off around him in a circle. “To start with, you referred to your character in the third person instead of the first. You act by becoming the person you’re playing, get it? If you don’t understand what they’re thinking or feeling, you can’t portray them properly.”
Huh. That actually kind of sort of made pretty good sense when he thought of it like that. You can’t play a role if you don’t know how the role thinks and feels. They might not react the same way you would, which meant that if he was supposed to get this acting thing done properly…
“So what’s my motivation?”
“Repeat after me: I will turn you into my loveslave.”
“I will turn you into my loveslave!” he repeated, giving the air a triumphant punch as he did so. For reasons he didn’t quite comprehend, Akane nearly fainted on the spot, but that didn’t matter right then. He was beginning to get it now. This acting business was really hard work, but it felt like he was making some real progress all of a sudden!
“Not so fast,” Akane interrupted. “You’re not really the villainous type, are you? I think that’s the problem. Most actors like playing the villain, because it lets them really cut loose. But for a relative beginner… It’s a little easier to play the hero. Why don’t we start there with a different character? Since I’m the more experienced performer, I’ll play the villain instead.”
“I… Guess that makes sense?” Ranma scratched his head. “What did you have in mind, exactly?”
“I’ll play an evil, seductive cheerleader,” Akane said. She tied the top of her uniform off underneath her breasts. Huh. He’d never really thought she was that big before. Not quite as flatchested as he remembered. “We’ll flip motivations. You’ve broken into my lair to stop me, and then I seduce you with my hypnotic cheerleading routine.”
“Hypnotic cheerleading routine?” Ranma snorted. “That’s the stupidest idea ever. Besides, a body like yours would never be able to pull something like that off!”
“Yeah, something like that would never work in real life,” Akane admitted. “But it works on your character. Instead of memorising lines this time, just say what it feels like your character would say under the circumstance. Remember: For the duration of this exercise, I am not Akane Tendo, and you are not Ranma Saotome…”
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There are times in life when you look up at the stars and realise the sheer scale in distance between them and you. Literally so far that the star is probably not even shining anymore, and the light left a longer period of time ago than the human race existed. It’s a sort of awe-inspiring scale that leaves you humble and just slightly numb.
This closet was having a similar effect on Gosunkugi just now. There were more clothes in this one room than probably the entirety of Furinkan put together. Except any part which overlapped with this closet. This looked like it crossed a time zone; in point of fact he felt rather certain he could see a horizon from this closet. Where was the back wall? He couldn’t see it at all!
“Let’s see,” Ryoko said, tapping at her lips in a deliberate manner designed to draw attention to her. “I do believe that something from the summer selection would do best for a summer-themed movie. No point wasting our time with the other three seasonal fashions.”
Her intention was as naked as he intended her to very soon be. Making him feel small while pretending to be helpful. It was astounding how much she loved manipulation for the sake of manipulation. Not to get anything else from people beyond simple amusement, because she could buy quite literally anything she wanted. Hell. She could probably write a cheque here and now that would convince him to personally cut out his pancreas and then eat it raw. Even the act of picking out a bright blue bikini and pressing it up against herself was a clear and transparent attempt at playing with his emotions, trying to show him who was boss…
Which is when his pervert’s instinct began to whisper to him. This girl was different to the others. Even Akane, the perpetual image of a tough and beautiful girl in his mind ultimately wanted a relationship of mutual attraction. Ryoko was an entirely different kind of beast. She was a “dom”. Through and through.
With other girls? His camera gave him the ability to control them. Guide them into sexier situations. But with Ryoko… Perhaps the opposite approach was needed? Allow her to dominate the situation, and in so doing…?
“Ooh, look at this!” Tama declared, holding up a positively dazzling summer dress. “What a find!”
“Yes,” Ryoko said, almost absently. “It suits your eyes quite well, although… Oh, never mind.”
“Never mind?” Tama asked. “No, what is it?”
“It’s nothing. Really, it’s nothing at all!” Ryoko said. “But… I think it would suit Asako’s figure a little bit better. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I… suppose?” Tama said sadly, staring longingly at the dress before returning it to the railing. Amazing. Positively astounding. It was as if she had her own version of a pervert sense that allowed her to make people feel terrible about themselves.
“Actually, ladies,” Gosunkugi interrupted while Asako snuck around to take a look at the dress Tama and Ryoko were just talking about, because of course she was. “Before we pick out your costumes, we need to agree on a theme for the shoot. Since Ryoko has been so kind to give us a location and costumes to pick from, I was wondering if she might suggest a scene, or a theme?”
“Oh, dear me!” Ryoko gasped, and if not for his enhanced senses he would have absolutely believed every word she said. “Ah! But I am not the artiste… I must insist on seeing your work as it unfolds. I would not ask Mozart to compose a rock ballad, I would not ask Shakespeare to write science fiction and I would certainly not ask Hikaru Gosunkugi to photograph a scene when I do not know what his skills are like.”
Ouch. You could feel the edge buried under those words, but never feel the cut. In order to tear someone down you start by building them up, putting him in the same sentence as great artists in their field and then subtly insulting him by stating she didn’t even know what he was good or bad at. He wanted to raise his fingers to his lips and smack the air with kisses. She called him an artiste, but she was the real artiste in this room! Her canvas was suffering, her easel human misery. Gosunkugi’s goal had changed now. Not only was he going to have some fun with this girl, he would be doing every single person in her life a favour. He would draw out this sadistic streak, banish it, and make the lives of everyone in a ten-mile radius shine just a little bit brighter. And get some really kinky sex out of the bargain, but that was actually mostly a side effect.
“Then how about…” he began, taking a discreet picture and she in turn pressed her breasts together for the camera. “Summer maids, serving their employer?”
Let the games of dominance begin.
- Ataru and Lum leave Ucchan’s, discussing the breakthrough they had with the chef.
- Ranma finds himself getting too into character, and is actually completely seduced by Akane’s routine
- Akane is a clumsy, clumsy girl and can’t quite pull it off.
- Ryoko figures out something strange is going on, but can’t quite put her finger on it.
- Something else
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