There are a few misconceptions about Nabiki Tendo, and the biggest of them all was that she did it all for the money. How naive, how sweet, how exploitable. The money was a means to an end. An extra little bonus she could use for her real purpose: Enjoying herself at the expense of others.
"Having fun, boys?" Nabiki asked, just before running her tongue the length of Daisuke's dick. The middle Tendo girl knew she was hot. She knew that if she really wanted to, she could probably steal about half the boys that obsessed over either of her sisters. So why didn't she? Because the amount of fun this would give her in the short term would not be worth the headache she would have in the long term.
Besides which, sealing those deals would require giving up some things she was a little too nervous to surrender so easily.
Which made it all the more amazing that she was straddling Hiroshi's waist and riding his dick while simultaneously sucking off Daisuke. Nabiki had no real sexual experience before this, but her body was enough of a distraction for her sharp mind to make up the difference.
Lesson #1: Real sex is awesome. Even these two losers were making her wet, hot and eager to go. Of course, Nabiki didn't and could not realise this was due to the crystal making her feel this way. All she knew was that her body was telling her it felt amazing. Which it did, in fairness.
"Ah, Nabiki!" Hiroshi grunted. "Your pussy is so tight!" He smacked her ass, and she gave it a wiggle. More for her own amusement than for his, but he seemed to appreciate it as well. "So good, I'm going to -"
He grunted and came inside of her, and she let him do it. Normally she wouldn't let a loser like these two touch her, but something about them was really working for her. They were turning her on even though rationally she knew they shouldn't, and the feeling of Hiroshi cumming inside of her was almost too much for someone like Nabiki to take.
The Ice Queen could hardly keep herself from reacting, squirming in delight. Trying to savour every moment of this strange, unfamiliar feeling. She might have gasped with delight, but that's an incredibly difficult thing to manage when enjoying a mouthful of cock.
"This is more like it," Daisuke grunted, almost sounding relieved while Nabiki continued to bob her head up and down his shaft. "Man, Hiroshi, that scared me for a moment, but we should be able to get our lead back now."
"If you say so," Hiroshi said. Nabiki extracted herself from his softening cock. "You take her for a while. Break her in."
An unfortunate choice of words. Break her in? Nabiki scowled and then pulled her mouth away from that cock. It was surprisingly difficult, because she was really quite enjoying it. Instead, she put it in between her breasts and began to rub it. "Hey, not so rough!" Daisuke complained.
"Once you tell me about this handbook of yours," Nabiki said. She licked the head of the dick, but at least tried to be menacing about it, as though she did that as an exclamation point rather than that she really wanted this thing inside her. "Or I'll give you the roughest titfuck in history."
Not her most effective threat, but it certainly seemed to drain the colour from the boy's face. Or maybe that was just because the blood was rushing to another part of his anatomy. Either way! He did seem rather terrified by the notion that she had him completely by the balls, and shot a look directly at his friend -
"Dai, don't tell her anything else," Hiroshi demanded, which told Nabiki there was other things to tell. If only she had a little more experience in the sexual arena... If only she could draw upon whatever had compelled her earlier, she would have them singing like birds. Instead of wondering if she might break first and start begging for a good hard dicking.
"So you turned my pervert-hating sister into a pervert," Nabiki said, kissing the head of his dick like she had a moment ago. "And Ranma too. You also gave them huge tits. While my tits are rather pleasant -" Daisuke whimpered in agreement when she pushed them together a little bit more intensely. "I think that I would enjoy some larger melons too."
"Y-You would?" Daisuke asked. "S-Sure, we could arrange that, if - If you promise to let us fuck you whenever we want."
"Or I'll have sex with you right now if you promise to give me big tits," Nabiki countered, always trying to compromise even though the truth was she'd very nearly jumped at the chance. She couldn't believe how much she wanted to feel dick inside her again. It almost made her feel a little ashamed at her self control, but somehow she'd managed to reel it in...
But then behind her she caught a flash of movement. Hiroshi slipped off the couch and went right for Daisuke's discarded trousers! However, Nabiki was the daughter of a martial artist. She could project and perceive battle auras, she could understand the basic principles behind a fight, size up a pair of martial artists to determine which was likelier to win, but there was more to it still than that:
When they trained as little girls, all three of the sisters had taken part until only Akane maintained interest. The youngest focused on her strength and precision, the oldest on her dexterity and technique, while the middle girl had gone for flexibility and speed.
Which might explain how Nabiki was able to push off Daisuke, crawl backwards across the floor and take hold of Hiroshi's shaft, milking it like some kind of cow. "Ah!" he yelped, stopping cold in mortal terror for his genitals. "N-Nabiki, too tight!"
"No, I think my grip is perfect," Nabiki said in as husky a manner as she could manage. She slid around the boy, using her feet to snag the trousers while his attention was... Distracted. Her grip on his dick was so firm that the boy must be confused whether to feel aroused or concerned, making him forget all about why he might spontaneously dive for his friend's clothes instead of his own...
Et voila.
"My, my, what's this?" Nabiki asked, examining a crystal in her hand. Hiroshi turned up to look, tried to snatch it, but was not remotely fast enough. "Important, is it? Something to do with the handbook, maybe...?"
"H-Hey! Give that back!" Daisuke demanded, rushing over towards the two of them. But Nabiki was able to wriggle out of their grip and saunter over to the other side of the room while the two idiots tripped over themselves and made various "not gay" motions at each other.
Now, of course, Nabiki wasn't able to determine that the crystal had anything to do with her activity at all. However, she wasn't stupid either. Something was up here, without question. Normally the fact that her body desperately wanted to fuck these two boys into unconsciousness would have triggered a few alarm bells, especially in conjunction with this beautiful, gorgeous-looking crystal... But the spell was keeping her from determining what one plus one made.
Which is why you might say, she ended up with three as an answer as opposed to two.
"I get it," Nabiki said. "This crystal must make you seem really sexy. Does it heighten your sex appeal? Would it have let you both have your way with me and make me feel so good that I'd become another notch on your bedposts? Another perverted toy for you to play with?"
Neither boy answered, but they did both look a little guilty. Oh well, then.
"Turnabout is fair play," Nabiki said, bouncing the crystal into the palm of her hand. And then, she accidentally gave herself a command quite without meaning to. "<b>Instead, I shall use my body to turn you into my toys.</b> All thanks to this crystal."
"Oh... shit!" Daisuke whispered when he saw the crystal glow just a little as soon as Nabiki said those words.
"Time to leave!" Hiroshi agreed.
But would the boys be able to escape? After all, Nabiki still wanted sex due to their earlier command. Combine that with her self-inflicted one, and they might have more trouble than they'd bargained for.
- Ranma sets about seducing Ryoga.
- Ranma makes Ryoga watch him and Akane have sex.
- Nabiki sets about trying to turn the perverts into her toys.
- Hiroshi and Daisuke flee and regroup.
- Something else
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