Do you know why Pantyhose Taro was so determined to get his name changed this time? Why, it was because he'd encountered a string of pretty girls in distress, rescued them, had them tell him their name and politely, meekly, almost seductively ask him to tell his and he had run away rather than spoil their good image of him. Because what other impression might a name like Pantyhose Taro give an innocent young maiden? Because what else might a young man like him want, in the end, except to find a nice young maiden to spend quality time with?
Well, fuck that. At this point he didn't even care anymore. The one and only thing that had driven him for his entire life had been fucked out of his head by the prettiest angel he'd ever met. The sex hadn't lasted long. In her own words, it was just to clear his head.
In which case mission accomplished. All his tension, all his anger and frustration and resentment had been bottled up and ejected in a milky white liquid in a single instant. He'd never felt so mellow. And you know, now that he was really thinking about it, he did used to be a jerk. So caught up in his own worries that he dismissed everyone else. Gosh, how selfish.
This feeling was probably fleeting as well. Such a shame. The way he was now, perhaps he would be happier in the long run if he were the one to dunk himself in the spring of drowned man water? Ah, what bliss that would be! Genuine contentment! Not having to worry about silly things.
Alternatively he could save the water for where it should really be used. That filthy old man was a menace, and this water might be the only way to neutralise him. Besides. Kasumi seemed to like him and she didn't care about his name. Therefore all his troubles would be gotten rid of in one -
"Hotcha!"
Pantyhose's cursed form sent out its tentacles without a shred of battle aura around them. No killing intent, no hostile feelings were possible right now. He was doing this because it was the right thing to do. No other reason at all.
Not that this would have been a problem anyway. The sex aura Kasumi was giving off just now was so intense that Happosai wouldn't have sensed it if a hundred people were gathered outside, baying for his blood. She stepped nimbly back. He dunked the ancient pervert into the barrel full of cursed water.
"Hooray! Well done, Mister Taro," Kasumi clapped just once, but it might as well have been thunderous applause. "Now Master Happosai will be a much nicer person and will change your name. Exactly as you have always wanted."
"Yeah," Taro dreamily though, utterly mesmerised by... Every single inch of her body, hidden or uncovered. But you know, maybe he shouldn't indulge in that euphoria so quickly. It had been a long and trying quest. Trying to get that dirty old man in any way was a nearly impossible challenge his skill as a martial artist was nearly unassailable. Even with a distraction so divine as Kasumi, could he really have been dunked into that spring of drowned virtuous man so easily?
"Hotcha!"
Or perhaps he might have used a high speed replacement technique to make them lower their guard, then jumped clear up so that he could get a magnificent landing atop Kasumi's wondrous bosom.
"Oh, Kasumi!" the ancient pervert cried. "How I dearly wish all pretty girls could be so open, without fear of disapproval! How I wish they could dress however they liked, openly flaunting their wonderful bodies without negative consequence. What a better world that would be!"
Pantyhose's monstrous form roared loud enough to shake the walls at the sight of Kasumi being groped in such a cruel manner, and his battle aura flared up to heights unimaginable by anyone below the level of someone like Happosai and Cologne. His tentacles reached out, but didn't manage more than groping Kasumi's bosom. Best miss in history.
"You think it's going to be that easy to grab me?" Happosai sneered in mid-air while preparing one of his infamous Happo-fire bursts. "You wish it was!"
There was a strange ripple through the air, and all of a sudden it was as if Taro knew exactly where the old man would be at any given moment in time. His usually fast movements suddenly seemed slow and clumsy. His impenetrable defenses disappeared in an instant. There was a moment where Happosai's gaze went down towards Kasumi - The perfect opening!
Taro's tentacles were all around him in an instant, and he threw the pervert directly into the barrel with a satisfying splash. The barrel broke apart, the water seeped into the ground, and a dazed looking old man was sitting there in the middle of it all drenched to the very bone.
"Oh dear!" Kasumi tutted. "This has left quite the mess. It's a good thing I thought to bring this umbrella, otherwise I might have also been cursed."
"Ah, don't worry about the mess!" Happosai said. "I shall clean it up in a moment. It is the least I could do, it was my fault, after all."
Taro bellowed in victory. Ah, yes! He could feel it now. The triumph he had been seeking had finally been obtained! He might as well ask for his name to be changed now that Happosai was a good and just man -
"Oh, such a terrible racket," Happosai tutted. "I know how it is with young couples like yourselves. I expect you wish you could find a little privacy, yes? Tsk, tsk... I expect all young men wish they could have a little privacy when they wish to be passionate with the young woman their heart is set upon. Then again, I expect all young women wish they could switch those desires on and off at will! Hum, hum, hum!"
And so, as it was wished, so it would become. From this day onwards, whenever a young man desired a little private time alone with the young woman of his fancy, so it would be. But at the same time, young women would gain the power to turn a man on or off from such a desire at their own will. Was this a good thing, a bad thing.. Perhaps neither?
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So far as Ukyo Kuonji would be concerned it would be a good thing. If she knew about it. Which she didn't yet. You see, she really wanted to get a little alone time with Ranma. The trouble was, Ranma wasn't a young man at the moment and so she could not influence his desires for privacy no matter what she did. Unless she found him and splashed him with hot water, which was her goal number one anyway.
Of course, that preceding paragraph presumed that Ukyo knew about the wish and how it changed things. She actually didn't. That was more what she would have thought if she did. What she was actually thinking was "how does a hot chick like me find the man of my dreams when he's become the woman of my dreams and run away?"
Answer: Bring him out with bait. If there was any one thing that would draw Ranma out faster than you could blink it would be free food. Preferably free okonomiyaki, but...
But Ranma was probably trying to hide from her (oh no!) which meant that the enticing smell of her mouth watering okonomiyaki would probably not bring him out in the manner she desired. Regardless, Ukyo set up shop in the middle of the street. She let that odor waft up and out, hoping against hope that his favourite flavour would bring him running. No such luck.
"Hey, what's the big idea?!" said the owner of a restaurant she hadn't actually noticed. Oh dear! How rude of her. The food industry was a competitive one by its very nature. They could only feed so many mouths at a time, and someone taking a bite that wasn't with your food meant your wallet was the one getting hit. The angry owner stormed right on over to her, thunder in his eyes and said "You can't set up shop here! This is where I... Uh..."
Ukyo smiled up sweetly at him, and watched him melt while something else got very hard very quickly. She adopted her best cute pose, her brightest smile and leaned forwards so that the apron she was wearing was as erotic as possible without actually showing anything especially naughty.
"Oh, I am so sorry," she said. "Please forgive me. I am searching for my dear, beloved Ranma! I thought that the smell of his favourite food might draw him out, but to no avail!" She flicked her hair and enjoyed watching the man swallow nervously. "Maybe if we try a different approach, that might draw him out of hiding."
A new plan was forming within Ukyo's mind. A plan born of the fact that a sexy young thing like herself could wear anything she wanted without negative consequence. So, why not have a few of the other restaurants fashion her a sexy new wardrobe that would act as bait for Ranma Saotome? That boy had such a sweet tooth... So why now wear a delicious, yummy dessert over her delicious, yummy body?
- How is Shampoo's search going?
- Kodachi decides to take out the competition by (fairly) ambushing them.
- Akane and her friends search for Ranma.
- Ranma is having a fun, fun time.
- Nabiki goes out to make some cold hard cash.
- Something else
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