Story: NTR 1/2

Hah! She had this contest in the bag! Look at her back there, stewing and staring as she worked her stuff. It just went to show that the tomboy wouldn't know sex appeal if it bit her on the nose. All "Ranko" had to do now was press her body up against Kuno's like this, make sure her boobs were rubbing up against his side like that, let her arm stroke his manly, manly chest, ignore the way his hand was wandering down her back to grope her butt and then smile up at him.

In no time at all, she'd be putty in his hands. And no, Ranma didn't catch the little psychological slip up there. Not even remotely.

"Tell me more about what the fiend Saotome has done with you," Kuno said. "I must temper my wrath so that it may be properly channelled."

"Well," Ranma cooed, leaning her head into him. Hah! Akane must be dying of jealousy. "There's nothing he loves more than grabbing hold of me and kissing me without warning. That beast."

"I see," Kuno nodded, grabbing a handful of cheek. Ranma didn't even notice her eyes flutter or that she was almost (but not quite) biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "You mean, in a manner such as -"

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Today felt like a good day. Today, when she woke up, Ukyo Kuonji looked out over the day and said to herself, girl, today, you're getting just a little bit closer in getting Ranma to marry you! She made sure her shop was all locked up, did her morning routine, got dressed in the Furinkan boys' uniform as she usually did and off she went with extreme confidence in her masculine gait. It was all too easy for her. In spite of her tendency to crossdress, she was cute when she wanted to be. She fed him amazing food. She listened to him. Wasn't freaked about his curse. He enjoyed spending time with her. Didn't get into any arguments with him. It was perfect. It was inevitable. It was...

The sight of Ranma's girl form being kissed by Kuno. He was pulling her close, holding her in place so that she couldn't move and giving her a great big passionate smooch. The chef stood there a moment, just a moment, slack jawed and amazed and - for some reason - very turned on. It was as if the sight of Tatewaki Kuno, of all people, kissing - and it looked like the kiss was being returned with great interest attached, my god, Ranma was pulling him closer - had tripped some unknown switch in her brain.

It was too unreal to be real. The thought of Ranma - and this is <b>Ranma Saotome</b> we're talking about here - allowing her girl form to be kissed like that was so unbelievable that it forced her mind to go, hey, that's the guy you like being stolen by another guy. Isn't it awesome? She couldn't explain it better than that if she tried. She just wanted to sort of stand there. Watching them. Her panties were completely soaked through almost immediately and she was starting to worry it might show on her rather tight black trousers. The inner walls of her womanhood were twitching in a manner that reminded her of a rumbling stomach.

Then the moment passed, and her body's instincts took over. She hefted her battle spatula -

"Wait, wait!" Akane suddenly said, grabbing hold of the spatula and roughly pulling her into a nearby bush. The hell?! "As fun as it would be to see you do it, I'm not letting you interfere and giving him an excuse when I beat him!"

"Huh? Whaddya mean?" Ukyo demanded. Her gaze switched back to the couple. Kuno's lips had moved down towards Ranma's neck and she was whimpering in an extremely feminine way. The very sight made Ukyo shudder. "What's going on here?"

"We're having a contest," Akane said. "The first of us to get Kuno to tell us he loves them wins."

Such is the power of the NTR ring. Obviously, Ukyo was being influenced by it before this point. Her intense arousal at the sight of her man in the process of being made some other guy's woman could but be attributed to that alone. What could possibly be more NTR than that?

Ah, but it extended further still in its insidious reach. Where Ukyo would have normally found such a contest absolutely ridiculous, it was but a simple twist to her thought process to change her mind completely and thoroughly.

"That's a load of -" she started, and then her eyes turned grey until she next blinked, within that very second. "Actually that sounds like exactly the kinda bullshit he'd do. Arrogant little... Sexy... Pigtailed... Mmmf! If that's the case I'd say you're probably about to lose this one."

"Oh, please," Akane rolled her eyes. "Even if Ranma took him to bed and rode him like a cowgirl, bouncing her oversized, pendulous breasts in front of Kuno's handsome, so handsome face he still wouldn't say he loved Ranma just because of that. Tomorrow I'll show them both what a real woman does to land her man."

Ukyo fidgeted very, very slightly. Yeah, right. With the way Kuno was openly groping Ranma, making her moan like a whore and making her beg it was only a matter of time before that pseudo-romantic playboy slipped out those three little words while trying to get her into bed. And knowing Ranma? Probably would go that far as well. Ukyo turned around to stare at the sight, and she wondered... How far exactly would they go before Ranma won?

"Mommy, that drooling lady's been joined by a boy!"

"That's it, tomorrow we're taking a different route to school."

1. Meanwhile, Kodachi encounters Konatsu.
2. Ranma and Kuno continue off to school. Akane and Ukyo watch.
3. Ukyo wanders over to say hello once they're finished.
4. Shampoo arrives to make things more complicated.
5. Something else