"I'm Akane. Want to be friends?"
The sound of those words were a delight to girl-Ranma's perverted ears. She'd been in this house, surrounded by three babes for about five minutes by now and gotten absolutely no action at all. The old man had swooned and fainted, the girl with the sharp bangs framing her pretty face kept teasing her by squeezing her tits and taking it no further than that, and just when she was about to start working on figuring out which of these babes to bang first, the one in the gi had leaned over and smiled at her.
Friends? The only friends girl-Ranma wanted had benefits attached.
As for Akane herself, the thought process she had was a little bit different. She was getting quite annoyed at her sister for squeezing those big, juicy boobs (and not, a suppressed part of her pointed out, giving anyone else some space for a feel). Meeting them all like this at once was just going to overwhelm her, and so!
"You're a martial artist too, right?" Akane asked. "Come on, follow me to the training hall."
"Sure thing," Ranma said. "I've been looking for a new sparring partner. Someone that could really... Exhaust me."
And here, we catch the first glimpse of the unusual style of martial arts that Akane had developed. She wasn't doing it consciously. To her point of view, she was simply pumping herself up. Getting her battle aura ready to throw down. Tightening it up, pulling it in, getting it ready!
In actuality what she was doing was drawing the baggy gi trousers tight around her backside and the upper parts of her legs. It gave the kind of view that would distract absolutely anyone: Perverts would delight in the view, while prudes would feel embarrassed for the girl. Either way, the "walk of the yoga pants" was an opening gambit that scored victories for Akane that would normally be high above her hitting level, starting her off with an intense psychological advantage.
Not quite so much with Ranma, who was already perverted enough that she was staring anyway. Who, out of view, nodded in appreciation and made grabby motions with her hands.
"Here we are," Akane said, gesturing to the training hall and giving a cutesy spin in the process. Even ending with her hands cutely clasped behind her back, and leaning over to the side in a manner that was, not to put quite too fine a point on it, really, really cute. "Do you like?"
"I like," Ranma answered, not even remotely talking about the training hall. "I like a lot."
This was how it started. A contest between two perverted girls. One an exhibitionist in denial who had inadvertently developed a martial art designed to flaunt her body. The other, a freshly awakened pervert looking to get laid.
If this really were a proper contest in that regard then Akane currently had the lead and, like any martial artist would, wasn't dropping her momentum. She flexed her arms, but did so in an unnatural way that caused her boobs to squeeze together. But wait! Did you really think that was all she was doing? No! For now she was engaged in the "titflesh invite", which made use of this stance and combined it with making use of her battle aura to expose a little more of her neckline. An innocent-seeming tease that combined the alluring appeal of boobs with oblivious, irresistible charm! A superb follow through that normally obliterated an opponent's psychological defenses.
"It'll be good to have a girl for a sparring partner for a change," she said. "Rather than those grabby boys."
"Oh, I am a boy," Ranma said, and the judges throw up a ten. The perfect psychological fuckery, to throw Akane off her usual game! But wait, there's more. She lifted up her shirt, revealing a soft, thin, healthy tummy with an alluring navel that made Akane lick her lips unconsciously, and the judges to eschew the normal scoring systems and toss up elevens instead.
The pigtailed tease moaned and ground her hips, while using her other hand to smooth across her stomach - that's up to twelve from the judges - then slide that same hand down the front of her trousers, while thrusting her hips forward - thirteen now - and then pull up a picture that she tossed to Akane.
"I got cursed in China," she said. "Although it's really more of a blessing. I become a cute girl when splashed with cold water, and back to a handsome boy with hot water. Since you made a thing about me being a girl, only seemed fair to let you know ahead of time."
What's this? Ranma Saotome being honest and upfront about something personal and embarrassing? Well, yes: Normally Ranma was the kind of person that would find it a little awkward to say that sort of thing so candidly. But this wasn't regular old Ranma "what do I do with all these babes coming after me?" Saotome. This was Ranma "I got cursed into being a part-time pervert" Saotome. One of these two is more open about themselves than the other. Because, in the end, intimacy is at least partly about making yourself vulnerable to someone else, and this doubly cursed Ranma was very, very into intimacy. Sometimes.
Akane looked at the picture. It was indeed of male Ranma. Flashing a cheesy grin, making a little too much of an effort to look hot. The exhibitionist in denial looked between the picture, and Ranma, then back to the picture, back to Ranma, then...
"He's not your twin brother or something?" Akane asked.
Ranma shook her head. "I'll show you later on. But for now, you promised me a spar."
With that brief interlude their contest started anew, with Akane striding forward with a not-so-gentle rock and sway to her hips, but before she passed the picture back she grabbed Ranma's shoulder with her other hand, twirled her around, pulled her close and lifted up the bottom of the Chinese shirt.
"Allow me," Akane said, sliding the picture and her hand across Ranma's stomach, sliding it down until it was tucked into the top of her trousers. The judges decide to completely forget all about numbers at this point and simply give a thumbs up of approval, then raise their fists higher still when Akane doesn't disentangle right away and let her hand rub circles around Ranma's navel, then leap onto their tables for even more height when Ranma begins to grind back against her.
This really was anyone's contest to win! Except of course that the judges had, in a sense, already won from a purely metaphorical point of view.
"You still wanna be friends?" Ranma asked, suddenly reaching her hand up to rub the side of Akane's face. "With a freak like me?"
"You're not a freak," Akane answered, pushing her head forward so that her cheek nuzzles up against Ranma's. "You're either a practical joker, or an honest boy in a girl's body. I think I'd... Like to get to know you a little better."
"Me too," Ranma hissed, gently guiding Akane's hands up, and up, and up... "I'd love to get to know you and your sisters a whole lot better."
- Nabiki interrupts their fun just before anything else can happen, deliberately making them both suffer for her own amusement.
- Kasumi interrupts, immediately joins in.
- The two begin their "spar", which takes an increasingly sexual turn.
- The other two sisters are doing their own (perverted) things.
- Something else
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