Monday, 12 September 2016

Story: Dojo of Perversion


Do you know how it is when your stomach is saying it wants steak, but then a delicious slice of cheesecake is dropped in your lap? That's the feeling Nabiki was going through the second she cast eyes on Ranma Saotome. It took a little bit for her appetite to adjust, but now that it had she could hardly wait to tuck on in!

As soon as Akane had led the girl off she'd scooted on upstairs to her room, quick as can be. Tugged off her shorts. Then pulled out a smaller, snugger pair that looked otherwise exactly the same. Then did the same thing for her shirt, grabbing one that looked almost exactly like the one she was already wearing save being a little shorter. Show off the navel, a little bit tighter around the chest. Nobody would notice the difference consciously, but even the slightest increase in sex appeal can truly work wonders.

"Delicious." The Ice Queen licked her lips teasingly, flicked up her bangs and then strolled out of the room. This was a babe on a mission, and that mission was: Mess with with the sexy new guest. Ooh, she could see it now. That cute face screwed up on the edge of release. That splendid body writhing, that voice begging and pleading. It was getting Nabiki a little steamed under the collar just imagining it. Whew!

"Me too," she heard Ranma say inside the training hall. Nabiki peeked inside and internally admonished her little sister for being too forward too quickly. "I'd love to get to know you and your sisters a whole lot better."

Akane's hands were up over Ranma's chest, and oof but Nabiki did not care for jealousy. Nor did she especially care for the inelegant manner behind Akane's seduction. That was the trouble with that girl: Since she was so oblivious about it, Akane's seduction technique was an 'art'. Whereas Nabiki knew better.

To be hot, one had to have the cold, hard facts of science behind you.

"Well, I would be perfectly happy to help with that," Nabiki said, strolling into the room. Every step was calculated, precise. Enticing, teasing. Yet also testing. Nabiki watched Ranma's eyes with a clinical glare to see where her gaze fell. "Oh, don't mind me," she continued, resting her hands behind her head. "My name is Nabiki. Please, do continue your friendly spar. Ranma, we can talk afterwards if you'd like. "

"Gladly," Ranma said, licking her lips. "I look forward to it, Nabiki. Enjoy the show."

Oh, she intended to. Nabiki leaned back against the wall and watched the pigtailed babe with a keen eye and a calculating mind. Baggy trousers. Baggy silk shirt. It gave her a cutesy, innocent look that contrasted with her movements. This was a girl that lived for sex.

"Gosh, Akane," Nabiki absently said, "it looks like Ranma is a fan of your booty."

Akane's back shot upright. True enough, while she was turned away Ranma had indeed been checking out dat ass. Nabiki inspected her fingernails coolly. She'd just lit a fuse. Akane might have perfected the martial arts form of seduction, she might act like she wants the attention. But she does not. On the outside she believes herself to be quite the prude, even though her actions did not reflect this. Meaning -

"Nabiki!" Akane screamed. "Oh, you perverted big sister! Ranma would never stare at my immaculate, swaying butt like that!"

Meaning that while expressing that particular opinion, she was bent at the waist while shifting her weight from foot to foot while Ranma was right there. Nabiki coughed and pointed, prompting Akane to turn, slightly, and oh dear, Ranma, bad time to lick your chops.

"Huh?" Ranma innocently asked on noticing the death glare. "What?"

The answer was: You had severely misread the signals. Or, rather, read them correctly. Sort of? If Nabiki's current hypothesis was correct then Akane probably did actually enjoy the attention but tried to act above it where possible. Having the illusion shattered like that - well, it never usually ended happily for anyone. Akane whipped around with a hook kick, not anywhere near her full strength but usually enough to make people think twice about messing with her.

Ranma caught that kick with a single flat palm. The rest of her body didn't even budge. "Ooh, your legs are pretty nice too," Ranma went on, running her hand up along the inside of Akane's thigh in the same amount of time it took to blink.

"P-Pervert!" Akane yelled, then jerked her foot away. Unnoticed in the corner Nabiki shuddered, and used her left hand to keep her right hand out of her shorts. "You really are a boy! I bet you take pictures of your girl form and masturbate your big, hard dick over and -"

During that tirade she had tried to strike Ranma with a series of jabs. None of them came close. Ranma ducked and weaved around all of them, sneaking little gropes here and there. A poke of the chest, a squeeze of the tush, a caress of the thigh... Oh. Ooh, Ranma! You don't know what you're doing! Touching her like that is only gonna turn Akane on, and when she gets horny she gets <i>good</i>.

"Mmm," Ranma hummed. "I like a girl with a bit of fire to her."

"Burn!" Akane replied. The girl's clothes rippled around her body, tightening up around her body at vital points. Nabiki actually gasped. It was amazing. She'd expertly played them into teasing one another without being able to give each other the relief they wanted. And all she'd done was point out the obvious, that Ranma was checking Akane out. The sensual friendship that had been building up had been thoroughly, supremely ruined by her actions.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Ranma asked. "We were having fun, weren't we?"

Ooh, listen to that broken heart. More importantly watch that reaction. Akane was doing that thing with her clothes again. Making her gi top slide a little off her shoulders, giving it a little neckline. Ranma licked her lips in appreciation.

Now, it would be easy for Nabiki to push things to a real breaking point... But where was the fun in that? You don't tease someone by completely denying them. No, no. You give them a little of what they want, and then take it away. Therefore:

"Maybe she wants you to fight back?" Nabiki idly suggested. "Stop dodging so much."

"Oh!" Ranma gasped. "Good thinking!"

Now, what Nabiki had expected to happen was, in essence: Ranma would start properly fighting Akane. This would lead into Akane slipping back into using her own special seductive form of martial arts on instinct. The two of them would settle into another sexy routine, and then just as the two of them were reaching the climactic point she would pour cold water all over the two of them and get them arguing again.

Cold water, rinse, repeat.

What she didn't expect was the sheer difference in skill level. It happened so quickly Nabiki barely had time to really register it. One moment Akane was throwing out a series of jabs. The next, Ranma was inside her guard, tackling Akane to the wall and tenderly kissing her right on the lips. With a little bit of tongue - make that quite a bit of tongue - if the bulges around Akane's cheeks were any indication.

"Nnng?!" Akane gasped. Her eyes exploded with anger, but like any explosion there wasn't anything left afterwards. "Mmmm..."

The two of them sunk to the floor, making very loud and very sloppy-sounding kissing noises. Nabiki shook herself out of the shock and coughed loudly. "Gosh, it's a good thing I brought my camera," she announced. No reaction. Still kissing. Kuh! "I'll be able to make a mint off pictures like this!" Akane's eyes rolled up and she made a noise Nabiki had never heard before. "Uh... Ahem? Guys?"

Ranma pulled away and stared over her shoulder. Suddenly Nabiki felt rooted to the spot. That wasn't a steamy glare. That was virtually nuclear hot! "I'll buy a copy," the pigtailed guest said. "Just wait a minute, let me get us into a better position - Whoa!"

That was Akane tackling Ranma to the floor. She shrugged and her gi fell completely off her shoulders, hanging down around her elbows. She took a deep, deep breath and stared Ranma right in the eyes while straddling her waist. "Pervert," she declared before pecking those lips again. "Dirty boy with a dirty curse." Another peck. Ranma wasn't complaining. "I know what you want. Won't let you have them. My sisters are off limits, pal!"

"You've lost me," Ranma admitted. "But I suspect you won't have much trouble finding me."

"You were going to use this body to seduce my sisters," Akane elaborated as she licked her lips. "This soft, cute form. That strong, handsome form. Won't let you corrupt them. Mine. You're mine. Make you forget about them. Protect them using my body."

Nabiki dropped her camera. What had just happened here? With just one kiss Ranma had - He had completely brought out her repressed perverted side. Incredible! Unbelievable! And yet at the same time it also made her wonder what it must have been like if it had really been that intense.

"Sister, a word?" Nabiki sniffed. She stomped across the room and interrupted the makeout session in progress by twisting her little sister's ear and forcibly dragging her off the babe. They both whined and reached for each other, but even the toughest martial artist around would have trouble saying no to someone with a firm grip on the earlobe. "We need to discuss polite behaviour towards guests." And other things that would get you all hot and bothered without means of release.

It would also buy Nabiki enough time to work out how exactly she was going to lure that pigtailed beauty into her own bed.


  1. Nabiki gives Akane a bit of "sisterly advice" about how to behave around Ranma.
  2. Ranma immediately sets about seducing Kasumi.
  3. Genma and Soun attempt to warn each other about their respective children.
  4. Ranma takes a bath, goes into non-pervert boy form. Remembers things a bit differently.
  5. Something else

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