Story: NTR 1/2

Ranma could never, ever forget his oldest and dearest friend. They met as kids ten years ago. Two boys that roughhoused. Two guys just hanging out. Him and his good old buddy Ucchan, who (like him) was definitely, absolutely also a boy instead of some girly girl trying to distract him from martial arts.

"Ah, pigtailed girl! Akane Tendo!" Tatewaki Kuno said while that oldest and dearest and definitely male friend lewdly thrust her feminine hips, rocking them against her lover with tremendous enthusiasm and bliss. "I apologise for such indiscretion; however, it was quite transparent this young flower needed assistance in blooming. Is that not correct?"

In fact, he'd been so convinced that Ukyo was male that after meeting him again and discovering the truth, Ranma's first instinct was to fetch some hot water. It just didn't quite fit in his mind. Ukyo was a boy. Not a girl.

The two of them changed positions so smoothly and quickly it appeared there was no transition. Before, Ukyo had been on top, straddling his waist, but now she was on her hands and knees panting like an animal in heat while Kuno's entire body rocked back and forth like a smooth, undulating wave.

"This poor young woman has needs just as any other," Kuno said. His hand tenderly stroked her hip, making Ukyo tremble in need and lust, which was sated as quickly as it was refilled. "And it was quite transparently clear that she was not getting it from that cur Saotome!"

And even though he'd called her cute, even though he'd known she was a girl, always had been... The image just didn't stick into his head. His old buddy Ucchan. Hanging out like always.

They shifted again, this time both seated. Ukyo's lips left a trail of kisses all along Kuno's neck, shoulder and torso while their bodies thrust into each other with the intensity of a piledriver. It was like watching a well-oiled machine, except made of flesh

"What kind of gentleman would I be to watch a woman suffer so greatly and not intervene?" Kuno asked. "To so carelessly cast aside her treasured femininity. How cruel! She needed a reminder of what she was tossing into the trash!"

Ukyo was a boy. Ukyo had always been a boy.

"You're so right!" Ukyo called out. She pushed him back onto the floor, then turned around to face the two of them while rubbing her by now sweat-drenched breasts. "I shouldn't tie these up. I shouldn't hide them from the world. I'm a girl and I should act like one!"

Ukyo was a boy. A bro. His best and dearest friend.

"Thank you!" Ukyo called out at the top of her lungs. "Thank you for helping me realise what I was missing! I was such a fool, fixating on only that one idiot. Ranma could never satisfy me like this!"

In fact, Ukyo had always been one of the rougher boys he'd ever known. The way Ukyo spoke. The way Ukyo behaved. They all made Ranma certain that Ukyo was a boy.

"So please watch me," Ukyo huskily demanded. "Watch me as I embrace my femininity. Please watch me! Please, don't take your eyes off me!"

Which was what made this all so weird. No matter what Ranma tried, he... She couldn't take her eyes off of Kuno's dick, his giant, perfect penis disappearing into Ukyo's pussy. She couldn't stop listening to those screams of excitement, the melody of her climax, the ballad of her orgasmic wails. Couldn't stop herself from staring. From feeling humiliated by Ukyo's preference of this guy over her... And maybe feeling a little bit jealous that she wasn't in Ukyo's place.

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For the last five minutes Akane had been playing with her breasts while watching Ukyo Kuonji getting screwed by Tatewaki Kuno over and over and over again. Now. Don't get her wrong. She wasn't doing that because she was horny or anything like that. Ridiculous idea! Actually, it was jealousy. N-Not of what Ukyo was doing with Kuno!

She was jealous that Ukyo's boobs were so big and bouncy. It wasn't fair. She kept them wrapped up so tight you wouldn't even be able to tell she had them to start with, but there they were. So big. So huge! It made her feel so, so inadequate...

Weirdly, that was how she'd felt almost since the day Ukyo started pursuing Ranma. Here was some "cute" girl that could cook, had a long history with him, and the two of them genuinely seemed to enjoy spending time together. It had almost seemed inevitable when you put it like that.

"There," Kuno said. His hands crept up Ukyo's body before settling upon her breasts, which he teased and toyed with mercilessly. "Does that not feel better? Admitting the truth about yourself, it must feel tremendously cathartic."

"Yes, it is," Ukyo replied. "I've been lying to myself for so, so long! It feels amazing to let it out."

Lying to herself... That was what Ukyo was doing. Lying to herself. About what she needed, about what she wanted. About what she was. She kept trying to be some cutesy girly girl, when in reality she was an athlete and a martial artist and no good at any of those girly things. That must be why Akane kept on imagining herself in Ukyo's place just now. Because... Because she was doing exactly the same thing? Holding back what she really needed in a vain attempt to get what she wanted but could never have.

"Speaking of letting it out... " Kuno grunted. "Pardon me, but I cannot hold back an instant longer!"

Without warning, a stream of thick white liquid seemed to fill the air, hitting Akane, Ranma and Ukyo right in the face, although Ukyo got by far the most of it. There was so, so much! It completely covered her face and her chest, and the chef didn't waste an instant in greedily lapping it all up as though it was the best meal she'd ever tasted.

"Thank you, Kuno!" she beamed, while Ranma and Akane were both too shocked to do anything but stand there and watch as it all quickly disappeared. Then the chef turned towards them with a steamy glare that could boil water, and crawled towards them with a still hungry gleam in her eyes. "And thanks to the two of you as well," she said, rising up to full height before leaning forward and daintily licking the substance from Akane's cheek. She shuddered and shivered. That felt... Weirdly nice. "For being witness to my awakening as a woman that isn't afraid of how sexy she is." And then, she turned towards Ranma and kissed the stuff right off her stunned face.

"Lunchtime is nearly over," Kuno said, interrupting Akane's thoughts before she could even think of anything new to remark about. Seeing Ukyo behaving in this way, it was so... It was so <i>something</i>! "I strongly advise that you finish whatever business you had before class resumes. You wouldn't wish to be late, would you?"

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You know, at first Asuka had selected this Ryu boy because he was handsome. However, the more time she spent with him, the more she could feel a powerful connection. How similar they were. How much they had in common beyond merely being physically appealing.

"If you're going to crush your enemy," Ryu said while swirling around a glass of wine, though in a manner more like he'd seen other people do it rather than ever having done it before himself. "Destroy them absolutely. Leave them no room to recover. Humiliate them. Crush them."

"I quite agree," Asuka replied. Ooh, she was actually becoming quite aroused by this. Talking about revenge was something she rarely did because it clashed with the pure personality she tried to portray. It was so utterly refreshing to discuss it openly with someone who understood that revenge is not a dish best served cold. It is an underappreciated artform! "When proper revenge is taken, there must be nothing left of their pride to make them attempt retaliation."

Ryu smiled at her, and Asuka felt her knees becoming weak. She should ask him. What sort of revenge he'd taken. With those big muscles of his and his martial artist background, it must have been so... Terribly, utterly violent. The things he must have done to them. Oh! It chilled her imagination and warmed... Other places lower on her body. Ryu then leaned across the table and whispered, quietly to her -

"I'm curious about that girl we met earlier," Ryu said. "Was that someone you wanted revenge on?"

Kodachi? Asuka demurely shrugged, as in so much so that you would need a magnifying glass to even tell she'd done so to begin with.

"That woman is poison," Asuka said. "She always loves to brag about how she is so much better than me at seducing men. She's always going after the same men I do, and is so utterly ruthless that she will do and say anything to try to take them from me."

"Anything, huh?" Ryu asked rather thoughtfully. Good, good. That's the impression I want you to have of that accursed Black Rose! A woman that could not be trusted! "She'll really do anything to steal a man?"

"Oh, it's dreadful," Asuka gasped. "Scandalous the things she would do," by which she meant, things that Kodachi would <i>say</i>, which leaves a rather different impression than the words she'd actually used here. "Please, try to stay away from her."

"Of course," Ryu reassured her. But Asuka's efforts were already in vain. The seeds of NTR had been planted, and it would not take long for them to sprout fruit.

Ranma, Akane and Ukyo discuss what happened with Kuno just now.
After school, Nodoka picks up Ranko to take her clothes shopping.
Kodachi makes her move for Ryu.
Kodachi moves to seduce another target.
Something else