Story: NTR 1/2

Look at him. Sitting there all smug and knowing. Like he has it all in the bag already. That jerk! Honestly now, who does he think he's fooling with that superior attitude? Akane fumed, and the more she fumed the more he seemed to revel in it. Which was in turn causing her to fume even more, and the cycle simply repeated itself.

It was kind of a fascinating thing to see from an outside perspective. The two of them were so competitive it was setting Ukyo's teeth on edge. She couldn't sit still. Images kept flashing in front of her mind in spite of her own will. Ranma, in girl form, throwing herself at the handsome kendoist in an effort to make him say that he loves her. On failing to extract those three little words, it would be Akane's turn the next day. What extremes might she go to, in order to prevail where Ranma had failed? How far would they push this? How long would it take before pride stopped compelling them on?

Ukyo honestly couldn't tell. And it was making her so, so -

"Teacher!" she suddenly said. "May I please go to the bathroom?"

"You are excused," the teacher said, quickly tossing her the pass. Ukyo dashed out the room, risking a glance back at the competitive duo. She barely managed to keep herself from squirming on seeing them like that.

All that she actually did in the bathroom was splash water on her face and try to calm down. Now it is obvious to us that the reason she was so excited was all because for the NTR ring playing tricks on her mind, but Ukyo had no way to know that. No way at all!

"I kind of want to see which of them wins," Ukyo said. She looked herself over in the mirror. "It's such a dumb, stupid contest but... I want to know which of them will win! I have to know. Somehow, I have to know!"

A few deep breaths, and she left the bathroom. Her intention was clear: Talk to them over lunch. Find a better way for her to keep an eye on this game. Once she could do that, she could -

"Good morning, Miss Kuonji!" a pompous, arrogant voice said with a deep reverberation that made her spine tingle. Ukyo turned around. Came face to face with the man meat serving as the prize/object of their contest. An image flashed through her mind of that very same man pinning Ranma's girl form against a wall and kissing her. With those lips. Those same sweet and tender-looking lips that were inviting her like a siren's song... "Such a shame to see you clad in such unflattering attire."

"Unflattering?" Ukyo said. The spell broke, because even a girl that wasn't used to being thought of as a girl would have become a little annoyed at that. Understatement of the day, ladies and gentlemen. "The hell do you mean unflattering?"

"You go to such pains to disguise yourself as a boy," Kuno explained. His hand reached out. Brushed her shoulder, went up her neck and ran through her hair. "When the truth is, you are a stunning young woman."

She blushed in spite of herself. It was kinda lame and cheesy, but there was just something about the way he said it that was making her knees feel weak. Part of Ukyo was telling her that she should go back to class. Step away from this guy. Stop his hand from trailing down the back of her neck, firmly pressing into the back of her breast bandages-

"Ah!" she gasped. Her hands flew across her breasts. "H-How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Kuno innocently asked, while his finger continued pressing into this spot right between her shoulder blades that, you know, she might well let him do a little while longer. She looked up. He was <i>right there</i>. "I am simply advising you that there is no point in hiding your feminine side. It must pain you so to pretend to be something you are not."

His other hand pulled her head right into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat filled her hearing. It felt strong. It felt so nice. The way it echoed through her head made her feel so, so weird.

"Let me show you what you have been denying yourself."

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Ah, how pleasant it was. For a boy like him, that had lived all his life and grown up in abject poverty to find himself dating such a beautiful and elegant lady... Ryu Kumon had worked hard. He'd gone through hell. He'd endured humiliation at the hands of Ranma Saotome. However. He had not gone meekly into the night. Instead, he had persevered and come out all the stronger for it.

"I've been developing my own martial arts style," Ryu said with his most charming and winning smile. In front of him, the gorgeous (and rich) Miss Asuka smiled serenely in response. "Although it is brutal and vicious, it is also strangely beautiful." A quick blur, and suddenly he was sniffing a white lily. Another blur, and it was in her hand. "In that sense, I suppose we make quite the combination."

"Indeed," Asuka gently replied. "I greatly anticipate seeing it with my own two eyes. For myself, I have been dabbling in rhythmic gymnastics martial arts. Perhaps there are things we can learn from one another...?"

Rhythmic gymnastics martial arts? Didn't sound like a strong style. Then again. Ryu had been around enough to know better. So she was rich, she was pretty, and she was practising an esoteric martial arts form... Hehe! He couldn't have picked better, now could he? Asuka dabbed her lips and so, so gently rose from her seat, politely excusing herself as she intended to go and powder her nose. Leaving Ryu alone for the time being to chuckle at his good fortune and ponder his next clever move.

At least, that was the intention. He didn't get much of a chance before a stunning vision in a slinky black dress appeared out of nowhere before his very eyes. She strode towards the table with a level of confidence that left him completely floored. It was a stark, stark contrast to the woman that had left the table, in every single way. Night and day, with the night approaching fast. He could barely take his eyes off that dress. It shimmered with each step.

Clothing design wasn't something he was interested in, but even he could tell it was one made for elegance. A thigh-high slit up the left side, shoulderless with a tiny little slit right at the top of the cleavage where a black rose sat. The vision of beauty was wearing a pair of gloves you could tell were smooth just by a glance because even your vision kept on slipping away when you tried to focus on them.

"Good morning, Mister Kumon!" the woman said, and he blinked as the spell broke in an instant. "We met earlier, do you recall? Kodachi Kuno. Charmed, I'm sure."

He surely was. All of a sudden the trousers he was wearing seemed a little on the tight side. And it only got worse when she brushed the back of her hand against his right cheek. Yep, just as soft as he was expecting. Even a rough guy like Ryu could be left flustered by a sufficiently pretty face!

"I believe you were about to ask what I was doing here," Kodachi said. She gently plucked the rose from between her bosom and gave it a brief, coy sniff that had him utterly entranced. "And my answer is, I am curious about Asuka's new beau." Ryu opened his mouth to answer, then gasped as he felt her bare foot run all the way from his ankle to his groin in a heartbeat.

"I-" he stammered and blinked. "I'm using her wealth to try and rebuild my family's dojo. My idiot father destroyed it by carelessly using an obviously destructive martial arts technique indoors, and I need her cash to get a new place set up."

"Oh, I thought as much," Kodachi said, and suddenly her toes were curled completely around his fully erect dick. This level of flexibility, even in her toes! This wasn't normal, was it? "I shall be seeing you again, Mister Kumon. Do please enjoy your date."

And then she slipped off through the crowd while leaving Ryu with an erection that was more painful than being buried alive by your own attack, which was something he had a fair bit of experience in unfortunately. Of course, Ryu had no way of knowing he'd just gotten a tiny taste of NTR, with further servings due throughout the rest of the day.

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Ukyo wasn't entirely sure how she got to be in this position. Which was a little troublesome. Her memory of the last few minutes was a little bit hazy on details like "when she had taken off her clothes" or "when they had gone inside the sports equipment storage room".

More clear were memories like the moment Kuno's great big dick entered her sopping-wet pussy. You don't forget something like that. Not the moment of pleasure that surpassed all others you'd ever known until this moment of your life.

She remembered Kuno saying something like "You see? Is embracing your femininity such a terrible thing?" and her inability to articulate a coherent response. All truth told she still couldn't. The only thing she could do right now was embrace her situation. Much like she was embracing Kuno's body with her arms and legs.

Right at this moment in time she was the one on top. Her back turned to Kuno, pressing into his chest while his hands played her front like a musical instrument. A more apt metaphor than she intended. It seemed as though he was fully intent on making sweet, sweet music using her grunts and moans and whimpers of delight. His dick was so big, yet it felt so right inside of her! His hands were so tender, so rough and so, so perfect. Ukyo's hips rose and fell in a desperate attempt to draw more and more of this pleasure into her, more of it, more wouldn't even be enough but she had to have it anyway!

"You are impossible," she heard Akane's voice say outside. Ukyo's hand slapped over her mouth. Akane! Outside! If she saw Ukyo like this, then she would -

"Nah," Ranma replied in girl form. "It's more like you're jealous that I'm hotter, and he can't keep his hands off me."

Ranma... Ranma was right outside? Some of Ukyo's senses began to return to her now. What was she doing? Having and enjoying sex with Kuno? What if Ranma came in here right now? Her other hand gave support to the first when she felt herself begin to writhe in pleasure. She had to be careful. If they heard her, if they came in here right now then it would be so, so -

Humiliating.

Ooh. Underneath her hands her lips turned up into a great big smile at that, and her hips began working double time. She really shouldn't. She should be stopping this. She should be standing up, getting dressed and putting this behind her. Every second she spent fucking Kuno like a bitch in heat the higher the odds they'd walk in and see her, matted with sweat and panting with her tongue out and ooooh so humiliating! She couldn't help it. A little gasp of delight slipped between her lips, then struggled through her fingers and brought the rest of the imprisoned sounds with them.

"Huh?" Ranma said. "Did you hear that? It sounded like it came from in... Here...?"

"Ukyo?!" Akane gasped, and the orgasm the chef had at that very moment was certainly something she'd never, ever forget as the NTR ring completed its absolute control over her.

1. Ranma and Akane find themselves unable to do anything but watch as Ukyo degrades herself more and more.
2. Ranma and Akane are pulled into a foursome.
3. Somehow Konatsu winds up at the school and witnesses Kuno and Ukyo.
4. Back with Kodachi's plan to seduce Ryu.
5. Kodachi interrupts her plan to seduce Ryu so she can seduce someone else.
6. Something else