Sunday 29 November 2015
Sunday 22 November 2015
Story: Quadranma
Isamu was bored. Now, for anyone that knew him those were a pretty scary combination of words. Guy like Isamu that lived to fight? Bored? Heaven knows what he might do! But, ah, there's the rub. He might like to fight, but he's not a bully either. He might yell at you a little for carelessly bumping into him in the middle of the street, but he wouldn't do anything more than defend himself against someone obviously weaker than him.
Which was why he was kicking a poor little stone down the street. Hands in pockets. Head tucked angrily down. He'd been spoiling for a good fight. Ranma and Ranko were at that dumb school, his old man, Akihito and Shampoo were all out for work. Old man Tendo might be worth a few kicks, but Kasumi had, politely, insisted that he spend some time getting to know the area.
Something about that chick made it seem like a really, really bad idea to say no. So. Here he was. Bored spitless. Getting the lay of the land. Interest peaked only whenever he saw some place worth fighting in, like a field or some open place where he could really cut loose.
Kind of the trouble though. How the hell was he supposed to keep his skills up if he didn't practise regularly against a skilled opponent? Akihito, that smug prick, was too content in practising some other kinds of techniques against his "skilled opponent", Ranko was too boy mad to be worth the time and if Ranma wasn't careful that tomboy would have him around her finger in no time flat. Maybe Kasumi had a point after all? Maybe he ought to at least make a friend or something...
"Tsch," Isamu rolled his eyes. "What's so great about being in a relationship anyway? Dating or friendship, it's all just a useless distraction from martial -"
All of a sudden a great big smirk grew all across his face. It was actually a little bit frightening. Whatever could have caused such a huge turnaround in attitude from this irritated boy? What else but the sense of a huge killing desire aimed directly at his back.
Isamu didn't even have to turn around all that much. He just sort of leaned back and caught a thrown thing like he was playing catch. An okonomiyaki with a challenge written on it in sauce. It didn't take long to see the person that threw it. Some guy in a chef's outfit with a long ponytail. Staring down at him with the purest hate he'd ever seen. For a guy like Isamu, that kind of expression was beauty itself.
"Isn't fate a funny thing?" the stranger said while pulling out a really quite ridiculously big spatula from behind his back. "Here I was, heading through Furinkan to get to a martial arts cooking contest, and who do I find but the scum of the earth himself? Walking around without a care in the world!" He adjusted his stance into a more readily obvious battle posture and stared Isamu right in the eyes. "Ranma Saotome! I will deliver fated justice today, for what you did ten years ago!"
You know, normally being mistaken for his dumbass "brother" Ranma might have kind of pissed him off a little, but hell if he was going to miss a chance to throw down with a stranger. Martial arts cooking? Explained the thrown okonomiyaki and the oversized spatula.
"Heh, you'd better have something better than that," Isamu said, quickly wolfing down the delicious challenge. The taste rang a few bells from his shared memories before the curse, when they were all still Ranma. "You seem familiar... An okonomiyaki like this could only be made by my old buddy Ucchan. Right? Don't tell me you're pissed off I beat you all the time."
"You really are an idiot!" Ukyo Kuonji yelled. Aha! It woulda probably taken Ranma ages to figure that out, but Isamu was way smarter. And a better fighter, too. "Taste my vengeance!"
The spatula swung precisely, but Isamu had a quick measure of his opponent's speed already. Feh! Not too bad, but not good enough. He was depending way too much on the size and shape of the spatula to make an impact. Either cutting on the edge or using the blunt end to bludgeon. Disappointing! He might as well put a quick finish to this here and now, easily jumping over Ukyo's attack and then swinging his leg around to deliver a fight-stopping kick to the -
Except both of Isamu's legs swung around unexpectedly, throwing off his entire centre of balance and giving Ukyo just the opening he needed to smash his head right into the ground.
"Got you!" Ukyo smirked. "You didn't even notice I tied your legs together with my yakisoba rope, you great big dope! Now feel my - Whoooa!"
"Now this is more like it!" Isamu cheered, while sweeping Ukyo's legs out from right underneath him. Finally, a fight he could sink his teeth into! "Gotta admit, these ropes are pretty tough."
Which actually did leave him in a tactically disadvantageous situation. Feh! If Ukyo couldn't stop him from creating the necessary space to get this stuff off his legs, then be it on his own head. Isamu pressed both hands into the ground while Ukyo scrambled back to his feet, then used all his strength to push himself up onto a nearby fence, then from that point onto a nearby rooftop.
"Hehehe..." Isamu cackled while tugging at the ropes binding his legs together. "This is just what I've been looking for! A rival! An enemy! Not some sappy romantic partner! Stuff that Tendo arrangement, let Ranma deal with that all he wants, just let me do all the fighting and have all the fun! Tsk... This stuff is damned tight and tough! There's only one way to get this off now..."
"Running away won't save you!" Ukyo called out. Isamu turned around and saw what looked like batter attached to the end of more of that rope, and then Ukyo's fury-filled face popped up over the side of the roof. "My vengeance has been simmering for ten... long... uh..."
Well, what had happened here, exactly? The answer is pretty obvious. Isamu wasn't able to properly get the ropes off from around his legs. So he removed his trousers, reasoning that the ropes were actually more tied around the cloth than his legs. By pulling them down he had better leverage to remove the ropes entirely, and all he would have to do then was pull the trousers out of the ropes and put them back on. The problem being, this left him in just his boxers when Ukyo popped his head up to continue the fight. Boxers that really weren't adequate to the task of keeping genitals nicely tucked away. Meaning that all of a sudden Ukyo Kuonji was staring at a dick. A great big dick. A great big shaft, a great big head and great big dangling balls that grabbed hold of his attention full force and absolutely refused to let go.
"Uh..." Ukyo said, licking his lips a little. "I mean... Uh... My lust for vengeance cannot be sated. I - ahem - will not give up pursuit no matter how long and hard and <b>big</b> it might be."
"Hey, eyes up here," Isamu huffed. "What the hell do you think you're looking at? What kind of man stares at another man's dick like that?"
And Ukyo's head just sort of went tick, tick, tick over to the side without dropping his gaze for a single moment. His body language had changed as well. Still aggressive but expressing it in weird and different ways Isamu had never seen before, certainly not in the middle of a fight. Was this some new technique Ukyo was using? To put him off guard for an unexpected attack? Isamu watched Ukyo’s hands carefully. One was trailing uselessly along the hip, while the other was moving up towards his chest. It seemed sorta like a guard at first... Until Ukyo undid the clasp on his uniform, and - Were those breasts bound up tightly by bandages?
"You're right," Ukyo said. He, or rather she, then lunged at him with a rather terrifyingly ravenous expression that completely slipped by Isamu's guard. "I'm not a man! I'm a woman, and it's about time I forsook vengeance to remind myself of that!"
"Eh?!" Isamu gasped. "Wait a minute, Ucchan... You're a girl?! Since when? Wait, no! Pick up that vengeance! I wanna fight! I wanna -"
It was the weirdest thing. She barely touched him. A finger maybe touching his shaft. It was enough. A woman's touch was enough to ignite a raging inferno, and god did Isamu feel trite for even using that erotic cliche metaphor semi-sarcastically. But it was so appropriate. It was as if his entire groin had come to life as its own separate, sentient entity, and was arguing for control over his actions. Arguing very, very effectively, might he well add.
Here was his trouble. See, in order to keep Ukyo away from him he might have sort of pinned her to the ground (or rooftop) by her shoulders, which didn't really seem to be stopping her hands all that much from doing things like, say, loosening her trousers down enough that she could easily kick them off. Simultaneously, she was using her bare legs to scissor grip him.
"Ucchan, get a grip of yourself! Snap out of it! You hated me, remember?"
"Noooo!" Ukyo shook her head. Oh no, now her tongue was even lolling out of the side of her mouth. "I have been lying to myself for years! This is what I want! This is what I've always wanted! Fill me! Stuff me! Take me, now! Now! Now!"
D-Damn it all! This wasn't what he wanted. No, he wanted a fight! He wanted a scrap, a brawl, a rumble! Not a throwdown like this! Isamu tried to pull himself away, but found that he was fighting multiple enemies at once. Ukyo's surprising strength meeting her tenacity, her enthusiasm, her passion all combined with her - Her assets.
"Why did you have to be so cute?" he moaned, right at the moment before Ukyo's arms slipped free of his grip, grabbed his head and made him completely forget what he'd been struggling against for the last few minutes. Hey, why not? Even a fighter like him could be made into a lover when a cute chick throws herself at him like this.
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His hands roamed across the figure of the gorgeous, stunning girl that had thrown herself completely at him, while her hips made these wild rolling movements that drove him to greater heights of pleasure than he ever dreamed imaginable. Her skin was softer than silk, its warmth enticing and inviting, the tone of her skin contrasted and highlighted by the bright and radiant red hair flowing freely down her back.
"Oooh, yeah!" Ranko pouted cutely at him. "You're better at this than I was expecting." A finger trailed down his bare chest, and if he hadn't already surrendered to her completely then her touch here would have absolutely done it. "I've chosen a really good boyfriend after all..."
"Forgive me for saying, Miss Ranko!" Tatewaki Kuno said, taking his time to delight in the touch of her magnificent bosom against the palms of his hands. "Should we not have dated first? Before engaging in such intimate -"
"Sshhh," Ranko interrupted, pressing her fingers against her teasing lips, while her lower muscles roughly squeezed around Kuno's tender flesh. "It's more fun this way, dearest. Now. Just you lie back and let me take away all those concerns -"
The door opened. Kuno sat up to see, but was immediately pushed back down to lie flat upon the floor by his new girlfriend. Her thighs squeezed him in a manner that almost seemed protective, and she smiled innocently down at him, her radiance threatening to consume the entirety of his vision.
Still. Out of the corner of his eye Kuno could see quite well who had entered the room and closed the door behind them. It was Ranko's brother, Ranma, carrying - Carrying Akane Tendo in his arms!
"Knave!" Kuno yelled, sitting up and being pushed back down by Ranko in the same breath. Her entire body devoted itself to the tender act of fucking him stupid. "Release Akane Tendo from your - Ah! Miss Ranko, not so rough, please!"
"Ranko, what's the big idea?!" Ranma shouted. "Hooking up with this idiot? At school?!"
"Oh? What's the matter?" Ranko coyly asked over her shoulder. Smouldering! Seductive! It was a wonder Kuno had the self control to keep himself from climaxing yet. "I do hope you and Akane there didn't get all hot and heavy."
"Yeah, right!" Ranma said, putting Akane down. How strange. Kuno could hardly remember seeing her so flush and silent before. "As if I would want to do anything to this tomboy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Akane asked all of a sudden. Ah, there it was! Her usual life and vigor restored in an instant! She tugged harshly upon Ranma's pigtail and turned him around to face her. "What do you call out there in the corridor, then?"
"Well, it wasn't like I could control myself," Ranma replied. "I would never normally, uh..." His knees seemed to buckle out from under him at the same time that Ranko let out a rather throaty moan. For a moment it seemed to Kuno as though he might be about to attack Akane with his filthy lips, and he was about to pick Ranko up so he could interfere -
But then to his great surprise it was Akane who made the first move. She very nearly dove at the boy, grabbing him around the back in a stern and well-executed grapple that demonstrated her strength quite well. Then she kissed him. Enthusiastically.
"There," she said once she had finished. "How about now? Would you do something to me now?" It took a moment but she suddenly seemed to become aware of what she was saying while holding on to that boy. Kuno tried to protest, but found this rather difficult due to the tongue forcing its way into his mouth and teasing every single inch of him it came into contact with.
"I didn't mean it like that," Akane said, but her leg hooked around Ranma's waist, and her hips thrust quite violently up against him. "Oh, what is this feeling? Wh-what's happening to me?"
"Aw, they're so cute!" Ranko whispered into Kuno's ear before giving it a lick. Akane shuddered in delight. "How interesting. Ooh, I can have some fun with this. And if I'm right, then so will you."
"Now that you mention it," Kuno grunted. "For a little while now, I have been feeling a little peculiar. Phantom kisses upon my flesh. Teasing touches from hands other than yours. Whatever this sensation is, I do not wish it to cease!"
"And it won't!" Ranko assured him. Behind her, Akane's school uniform had been tossed with great enthusiasm, and that cur Ranma's trousers dropped to the floor. Ranko's hands forced Kuno's head to face hers, and she leaned over so that only her beautiful, gorgeous and adorable face was left in his vision, though there were lewd sounds behind her that were proving rather distracting. Though not so much as the peculiar pleasurable sensations tearing through him anew! "All you have to do is remember that I am your girlfriend now. And forget that you were ever remotely interested in Akane Tendo. I will swallow those feelings whole. Right, dear?"
"Y-Yes, dear!" Kuno answered.
Which was why he was kicking a poor little stone down the street. Hands in pockets. Head tucked angrily down. He'd been spoiling for a good fight. Ranma and Ranko were at that dumb school, his old man, Akihito and Shampoo were all out for work. Old man Tendo might be worth a few kicks, but Kasumi had, politely, insisted that he spend some time getting to know the area.
Something about that chick made it seem like a really, really bad idea to say no. So. Here he was. Bored spitless. Getting the lay of the land. Interest peaked only whenever he saw some place worth fighting in, like a field or some open place where he could really cut loose.
Kind of the trouble though. How the hell was he supposed to keep his skills up if he didn't practise regularly against a skilled opponent? Akihito, that smug prick, was too content in practising some other kinds of techniques against his "skilled opponent", Ranko was too boy mad to be worth the time and if Ranma wasn't careful that tomboy would have him around her finger in no time flat. Maybe Kasumi had a point after all? Maybe he ought to at least make a friend or something...
"Tsch," Isamu rolled his eyes. "What's so great about being in a relationship anyway? Dating or friendship, it's all just a useless distraction from martial -"
All of a sudden a great big smirk grew all across his face. It was actually a little bit frightening. Whatever could have caused such a huge turnaround in attitude from this irritated boy? What else but the sense of a huge killing desire aimed directly at his back.
Isamu didn't even have to turn around all that much. He just sort of leaned back and caught a thrown thing like he was playing catch. An okonomiyaki with a challenge written on it in sauce. It didn't take long to see the person that threw it. Some guy in a chef's outfit with a long ponytail. Staring down at him with the purest hate he'd ever seen. For a guy like Isamu, that kind of expression was beauty itself.
"Isn't fate a funny thing?" the stranger said while pulling out a really quite ridiculously big spatula from behind his back. "Here I was, heading through Furinkan to get to a martial arts cooking contest, and who do I find but the scum of the earth himself? Walking around without a care in the world!" He adjusted his stance into a more readily obvious battle posture and stared Isamu right in the eyes. "Ranma Saotome! I will deliver fated justice today, for what you did ten years ago!"
You know, normally being mistaken for his dumbass "brother" Ranma might have kind of pissed him off a little, but hell if he was going to miss a chance to throw down with a stranger. Martial arts cooking? Explained the thrown okonomiyaki and the oversized spatula.
"Heh, you'd better have something better than that," Isamu said, quickly wolfing down the delicious challenge. The taste rang a few bells from his shared memories before the curse, when they were all still Ranma. "You seem familiar... An okonomiyaki like this could only be made by my old buddy Ucchan. Right? Don't tell me you're pissed off I beat you all the time."
"You really are an idiot!" Ukyo Kuonji yelled. Aha! It woulda probably taken Ranma ages to figure that out, but Isamu was way smarter. And a better fighter, too. "Taste my vengeance!"
The spatula swung precisely, but Isamu had a quick measure of his opponent's speed already. Feh! Not too bad, but not good enough. He was depending way too much on the size and shape of the spatula to make an impact. Either cutting on the edge or using the blunt end to bludgeon. Disappointing! He might as well put a quick finish to this here and now, easily jumping over Ukyo's attack and then swinging his leg around to deliver a fight-stopping kick to the -
Except both of Isamu's legs swung around unexpectedly, throwing off his entire centre of balance and giving Ukyo just the opening he needed to smash his head right into the ground.
"Got you!" Ukyo smirked. "You didn't even notice I tied your legs together with my yakisoba rope, you great big dope! Now feel my - Whoooa!"
"Now this is more like it!" Isamu cheered, while sweeping Ukyo's legs out from right underneath him. Finally, a fight he could sink his teeth into! "Gotta admit, these ropes are pretty tough."
Which actually did leave him in a tactically disadvantageous situation. Feh! If Ukyo couldn't stop him from creating the necessary space to get this stuff off his legs, then be it on his own head. Isamu pressed both hands into the ground while Ukyo scrambled back to his feet, then used all his strength to push himself up onto a nearby fence, then from that point onto a nearby rooftop.
"Hehehe..." Isamu cackled while tugging at the ropes binding his legs together. "This is just what I've been looking for! A rival! An enemy! Not some sappy romantic partner! Stuff that Tendo arrangement, let Ranma deal with that all he wants, just let me do all the fighting and have all the fun! Tsk... This stuff is damned tight and tough! There's only one way to get this off now..."
"Running away won't save you!" Ukyo called out. Isamu turned around and saw what looked like batter attached to the end of more of that rope, and then Ukyo's fury-filled face popped up over the side of the roof. "My vengeance has been simmering for ten... long... uh..."
Well, what had happened here, exactly? The answer is pretty obvious. Isamu wasn't able to properly get the ropes off from around his legs. So he removed his trousers, reasoning that the ropes were actually more tied around the cloth than his legs. By pulling them down he had better leverage to remove the ropes entirely, and all he would have to do then was pull the trousers out of the ropes and put them back on. The problem being, this left him in just his boxers when Ukyo popped his head up to continue the fight. Boxers that really weren't adequate to the task of keeping genitals nicely tucked away. Meaning that all of a sudden Ukyo Kuonji was staring at a dick. A great big dick. A great big shaft, a great big head and great big dangling balls that grabbed hold of his attention full force and absolutely refused to let go.
"Uh..." Ukyo said, licking his lips a little. "I mean... Uh... My lust for vengeance cannot be sated. I - ahem - will not give up pursuit no matter how long and hard and <b>big</b> it might be."
"Hey, eyes up here," Isamu huffed. "What the hell do you think you're looking at? What kind of man stares at another man's dick like that?"
And Ukyo's head just sort of went tick, tick, tick over to the side without dropping his gaze for a single moment. His body language had changed as well. Still aggressive but expressing it in weird and different ways Isamu had never seen before, certainly not in the middle of a fight. Was this some new technique Ukyo was using? To put him off guard for an unexpected attack? Isamu watched Ukyo’s hands carefully. One was trailing uselessly along the hip, while the other was moving up towards his chest. It seemed sorta like a guard at first... Until Ukyo undid the clasp on his uniform, and - Were those breasts bound up tightly by bandages?
"You're right," Ukyo said. He, or rather she, then lunged at him with a rather terrifyingly ravenous expression that completely slipped by Isamu's guard. "I'm not a man! I'm a woman, and it's about time I forsook vengeance to remind myself of that!"
"Eh?!" Isamu gasped. "Wait a minute, Ucchan... You're a girl?! Since when? Wait, no! Pick up that vengeance! I wanna fight! I wanna -"
It was the weirdest thing. She barely touched him. A finger maybe touching his shaft. It was enough. A woman's touch was enough to ignite a raging inferno, and god did Isamu feel trite for even using that erotic cliche metaphor semi-sarcastically. But it was so appropriate. It was as if his entire groin had come to life as its own separate, sentient entity, and was arguing for control over his actions. Arguing very, very effectively, might he well add.
Here was his trouble. See, in order to keep Ukyo away from him he might have sort of pinned her to the ground (or rooftop) by her shoulders, which didn't really seem to be stopping her hands all that much from doing things like, say, loosening her trousers down enough that she could easily kick them off. Simultaneously, she was using her bare legs to scissor grip him.
"Ucchan, get a grip of yourself! Snap out of it! You hated me, remember?"
"Noooo!" Ukyo shook her head. Oh no, now her tongue was even lolling out of the side of her mouth. "I have been lying to myself for years! This is what I want! This is what I've always wanted! Fill me! Stuff me! Take me, now! Now! Now!"
D-Damn it all! This wasn't what he wanted. No, he wanted a fight! He wanted a scrap, a brawl, a rumble! Not a throwdown like this! Isamu tried to pull himself away, but found that he was fighting multiple enemies at once. Ukyo's surprising strength meeting her tenacity, her enthusiasm, her passion all combined with her - Her assets.
"Why did you have to be so cute?" he moaned, right at the moment before Ukyo's arms slipped free of his grip, grabbed his head and made him completely forget what he'd been struggling against for the last few minutes. Hey, why not? Even a fighter like him could be made into a lover when a cute chick throws herself at him like this.
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His hands roamed across the figure of the gorgeous, stunning girl that had thrown herself completely at him, while her hips made these wild rolling movements that drove him to greater heights of pleasure than he ever dreamed imaginable. Her skin was softer than silk, its warmth enticing and inviting, the tone of her skin contrasted and highlighted by the bright and radiant red hair flowing freely down her back.
"Oooh, yeah!" Ranko pouted cutely at him. "You're better at this than I was expecting." A finger trailed down his bare chest, and if he hadn't already surrendered to her completely then her touch here would have absolutely done it. "I've chosen a really good boyfriend after all..."
"Forgive me for saying, Miss Ranko!" Tatewaki Kuno said, taking his time to delight in the touch of her magnificent bosom against the palms of his hands. "Should we not have dated first? Before engaging in such intimate -"
"Sshhh," Ranko interrupted, pressing her fingers against her teasing lips, while her lower muscles roughly squeezed around Kuno's tender flesh. "It's more fun this way, dearest. Now. Just you lie back and let me take away all those concerns -"
The door opened. Kuno sat up to see, but was immediately pushed back down to lie flat upon the floor by his new girlfriend. Her thighs squeezed him in a manner that almost seemed protective, and she smiled innocently down at him, her radiance threatening to consume the entirety of his vision.
Still. Out of the corner of his eye Kuno could see quite well who had entered the room and closed the door behind them. It was Ranko's brother, Ranma, carrying - Carrying Akane Tendo in his arms!
"Knave!" Kuno yelled, sitting up and being pushed back down by Ranko in the same breath. Her entire body devoted itself to the tender act of fucking him stupid. "Release Akane Tendo from your - Ah! Miss Ranko, not so rough, please!"
"Ranko, what's the big idea?!" Ranma shouted. "Hooking up with this idiot? At school?!"
"Oh? What's the matter?" Ranko coyly asked over her shoulder. Smouldering! Seductive! It was a wonder Kuno had the self control to keep himself from climaxing yet. "I do hope you and Akane there didn't get all hot and heavy."
"Yeah, right!" Ranma said, putting Akane down. How strange. Kuno could hardly remember seeing her so flush and silent before. "As if I would want to do anything to this tomboy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Akane asked all of a sudden. Ah, there it was! Her usual life and vigor restored in an instant! She tugged harshly upon Ranma's pigtail and turned him around to face her. "What do you call out there in the corridor, then?"
"Well, it wasn't like I could control myself," Ranma replied. "I would never normally, uh..." His knees seemed to buckle out from under him at the same time that Ranko let out a rather throaty moan. For a moment it seemed to Kuno as though he might be about to attack Akane with his filthy lips, and he was about to pick Ranko up so he could interfere -
But then to his great surprise it was Akane who made the first move. She very nearly dove at the boy, grabbing him around the back in a stern and well-executed grapple that demonstrated her strength quite well. Then she kissed him. Enthusiastically.
"There," she said once she had finished. "How about now? Would you do something to me now?" It took a moment but she suddenly seemed to become aware of what she was saying while holding on to that boy. Kuno tried to protest, but found this rather difficult due to the tongue forcing its way into his mouth and teasing every single inch of him it came into contact with.
"I didn't mean it like that," Akane said, but her leg hooked around Ranma's waist, and her hips thrust quite violently up against him. "Oh, what is this feeling? Wh-what's happening to me?"
"Aw, they're so cute!" Ranko whispered into Kuno's ear before giving it a lick. Akane shuddered in delight. "How interesting. Ooh, I can have some fun with this. And if I'm right, then so will you."
"Now that you mention it," Kuno grunted. "For a little while now, I have been feeling a little peculiar. Phantom kisses upon my flesh. Teasing touches from hands other than yours. Whatever this sensation is, I do not wish it to cease!"
"And it won't!" Ranko assured him. Behind her, Akane's school uniform had been tossed with great enthusiasm, and that cur Ranma's trousers dropped to the floor. Ranko's hands forced Kuno's head to face hers, and she leaned over so that only her beautiful, gorgeous and adorable face was left in his vision, though there were lewd sounds behind her that were proving rather distracting. Though not so much as the peculiar pleasurable sensations tearing through him anew! "All you have to do is remember that I am your girlfriend now. And forget that you were ever remotely interested in Akane Tendo. I will swallow those feelings whole. Right, dear?"
"Y-Yes, dear!" Kuno answered.
- Meanwhile, Akihito and Shampoo....
- Isamu tries to fill Ukyo in on what's really going on while having sex with her.
- Mousse show up, looking for Shampoo.
- Genma runs into Nodoka by chance.
- Something else
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Discussion: Kasumi Titnosis + Wild Ride
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