Happosai watched the ongoing events within the Tendo home from a nearby rooftop, and allowed himself a small, evil smirk. Phase one, complete. If there was any possible evidence of it, there it was down there. The unnatural way Akane was jogging spoke volumes about what was going through her head. Through the heads of all three Tendo sisters, and of course dear Ranma himself. All he had to do was sit back and they'd soon pervert themselves.
But since when was Happosai any sort of patient man?
He hopped down towards the morning jogger with a sackful of pre-prepared panties. "Morning, Akane." Happosai faked a yawn before continuing. "My, doesn't time fly!"
She scowled at him, and to Happosai's delight he could see the wince of pain flash across her features. Yes, that's right. You can't admonish a poor old man for his healthy habit of stealing away silky darlings. In fact, play your cards right and you too may join in on the fun! Alongside your soon-to-be perverted fiance, naturally.
"Good morning, Master Happosai," she said. Seemingly oblivious to the way her hips were also talking for her, and oh, what nasty things they were saying. Shameless! Yet not nearly shameless enough. "You're in high spirits as usual."
<i>Lift your shirt above your navel.</i>
She struggled against the silent instruction with all her might. Much like she had struggled against the urge to work those hips the way they were always meant to be worked. But that was rather the point, wasn't it? Pain for failing to follow the instruction. "Well, it's a lovely day out today. Very warm, nice weather for an early morning jog."
<i>Wipe your brow with the bottom of your shirt</i>
Pleasure for following it. Which she did this time, because he'd given her an excuse. She lifted up her shirt, dabbed at her forehead with the hem. She wasn't really sweating that much anyway. Yet her thighs did clench together when she felt that reward. Happosai grinned and wet his chops. Akane had a nice, fit stomach. That girl took care of herself. The figure may not be as naturally compelling as Ranma's girl form, but it was still a delight, a treat, a feast.
"This is a good way to loosen up muscles before proper training," Happosai continued, feigning obliviousness to what Akane had just done. "You would be surprised how many martial artists forget that basic lesson, when all sports say the same thing: Limber up first. Hoho!"
"You're just saying that because you like watching girls stretch out." Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
"Well, I won't deny that," Happosai replied. "But it is still an essential part of training. I also know a few other exercises you can use to help prepare your body even further, if you like?"
"No thanks," Akane replied. <i>Hands on hips. Stretch to your side.</i> "I'd rather stick to... Mmm, the basics." <i>Lean against the wall, arms and legs spread wide.apart. Now do a standing push up against the wall.</i> "Rather than whatever perverted poses you have in mind."
Why, Akane, you were doing them already. From this angle Happosai very much liked what he was seeing, and thanks to the spell you were very much enjoying showing it to him. Hohoho! A clear triumph! But that wasn't stage two. No, no. Stage two was something else, something -
"Akane, are you feeling alright today?" <i>Lift your shirt, flash your tits.</i> Of course that wasn't supposed to work at all. It was intended to be too far. Let her suffer the headache a little just after he'd asked the question. "There is something a little strange about your aura today."
"N-Never you mind my aura," Akane answered. <i>Take off all of your clothes.</i> "Ah! Grk! Nothing wrong with -" <i>Give Happosai your panties.</i> "Me-ee!"
Naturally she obeyed none of these commands. The poor girl was teary eyed, resting against the wall with one hand while clutching at her head with the other. Tsk, tsk. Happosai hopped up to the wall, clinging there like a spider and peered quite closely at Akane. "Hmmm," he tutted. "Ah! Oh, dear. Oh dear, oh dear. I don't like the look of that."
"Don't like the look of what?"
Oh, Akane. Must you make this so easy?
"Repression," Happosai replied, nodding sagely. "I've seen it coming for a while and tried my best, but it's almost too late now. You and that boy, dancing around each other and having immature arguments when what you really want is one another. Bah! If only those two fathers weren't such fools, why, neither of you would have this problem in the first place!"
"What problem?" <i>Masturbate.</i> "Grrraaah! Wh-what problem?"
"Sexual frustration," Happosai concluded. "Yes, there's no question of it. The two of you have buried your sexual desires so deeply that it's taken root in your subconscious and is now starting to burrow its way out. The only cure is to let it out gently, a little at a time. Otherwise it will all burst out and - Well, you wouldn't want that to happen. Very messy."
He waited for the response with his back turned. What he heard was... laughter. As if he'd just told a really bad joke. The really bad kind of joke that turns a corner and becomes funny again because of just how bad it was. "Y-You expect me to believe that?" Akane wiped a tear from her eye, this one from laughter instead of pain. "A pervy excuse like that coming from you? As if! I'm not buying it for a second!"
"But Akane..."
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, turning around and heading back towards her home. That delightful rump shimmying and swaying side to side with each and every single step she took. "I'm not the idiot you take me for!"
"But Akane..." he tried again, but she just hurried up. Happosai sighed, sat down on the ground and took out his pipe. "You are exactly the kind of idiot I take you for. Fufufufu!"
- Meanwhile, Nabiki is being compelled to tease Ranma.
- Kasumi is having her own oddly perverted morning.
- Time for the spar.
- Akane is still on her jog.
- Happosai casts the spell on someone else.
- Something else
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