This may be hard to believe, but Kodachi Kuno had a pretty lax view of matters like "personal property", "personal space", "engagements" and, to be frank, "things that didn't belong to her". This is why she didn't feel remotely uncomfortable doing little things like entering another person's property without any kind of permission. And why not? After all, this was the residence of her beloved Ranma darling, and she was in the mood to see him. Why should she let niceties like knocking on the front gate intrude upon her perfectly reasonable desires? Why, it was not as though she was setting out to kiss him, fondle him or even further than that. Of course if her beautiful visage did cause her beloved to be overcome with the desire for such activity she would hardly decline, but in truth she would be satisfied with seeing him. Maybe stroking his hair a little...
Towards this end she had taken to walking across the inside of the roof to the Tendo abode. Not precisely a dignified entrance, but it afforded her well enough. Most human beings do not bother looking up if they can help it, creating a readily exploitable blind spot. True enough that the martial artists residing here could prove troublesome, but as she had absolutely no intention to attack any of them it should not be quite so severe a problem.
But it turned out that the one she had to worry about was one of the non-martial artists. Namely one of Akane Tendo's older sisters, who walked into the kitchen while Kodachi was making her way through it, intending to head off towards the guest room. The girl's chest was positively monstrous, impossibly well proportioned. Certainly larger than Kodachi recalled them, or indeed any woman having! The beautiful gymnast blushed with jealousy up in the ceiling, but kept her grip fast. Those momentous melons had to be an optical illusion of her position, nothing more.
"Whatever am I supposed to do with these," the girl sighed, hefting herself from underneath and then shuddering. "Ooh, and they're so sensitive! I suppose I had better get used to them..."
Then she continued to walk through the kitchen, causing Kodachi to wince and bite back a helpless mewl. An optical illusion. Yes. That is what it was. Which made it imperative that she locate an angle where she could get a better look without being noticed. Yes. It truly must be an optical illusion, it was the only explanation: How else could she be able to wear those clothes at all? Tits of that magnitude and splendour would surely break free at a moment's notice!
With that in mind Kodachi crept along the ceiling, following after as the girl beneath strode across towards the sink. Underneath that thin fabric, Kodachi's focus revealed the startling fact that the girl was wearing no bra, which she could tell by the subtle bouncing of flesh beneath. The girl reached the sink, grabbed a glass from a nearby cabinet and poured herself a drink of water while Kodachi watched enraptured from above. Even the simple motion of swallowing was causing such fascinating movements in her chest. It made Kodachi gasp from sheer delight -
And the gasp caught the attention of the girl she'd been spying on, causing her to start, causing her to spill her water, causing the thin material to become incredibly transparent, causing Kodachi to drop from the ceiling where she landed on the floor with the grace one would expect of a gymnast. Except she then dropped to her knees and stared up at the heaving bosom above her as a pious man may before God.
"Kodachi, it's not nice to spy on people," she said. Her voice snapped Kodachi out of the spell, and she pushed herself up to her feet.
"Hmph! As though you are one to talk Nabiki Tendo!" Kodachi huffed and tried to pull her vision away from the tits lying before her. Tried and failed quite miserably. They were just too perfect, and their perfection shone all the brighter through that damp shirt clinging to them in a way that she wished she could cling her face. "You have quite the reputation for spying on others for want of blackmail and extortion."
For reasons Kodachi may not ever truly comprehend Nabiki shuddered in pleasure and ran her hands across her chest. "Perhaps I do," Nabiki said. "But I'm turning over a new leaf. Apparently." Nabiki leaned forward. Kodachi felt herself leaning in as well. It was like her eyes were drawn towards them by an irresistible force. No matter how hard she tried to turn away, she simply couldn't do it. "You would not mind brainstorming a little with me, would you?"
"Why should I wish to brainstorm with a peasant like you?" Kodachi asked, though she wet her lips in anticipation.
"Oh, it's just a few simple questions," Nabiki retorted. Her hands rested on either side of her neck, ensuring that her tits were framed between her arms. Then she slowly dragged her hands down a turned her head upwards, and began to run her hands in contrary circles around her nipples. "If you found a strong martial artist sneaking around inside your house without permission, would it be responsible to let them go and do as they pleased?"
"Not at all," Kodachi answered. "It would be... Quite irresponsible to let them go unpunished."
"Of course it would," Nabiki hungrily moaned. "Kodachi. You are a strong martial artist. You were sneaking around my home without permission. Are either of those points incorrect?" To that, Kodachi could only shake her head. "Very well then... What sort of completely responsible punishment can I give you?"
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Ukyo Kuonji was at once the most and least devious out of all of Ranma's would be paramours. Unlike Akane, she knew what she wanted. Unlike Shampoo and Kodachi she recognised that trying to trick or coerce Ranma into doing anything he did not want to do was doomed to failure.
And so her tactic had been simply to be there for him. Oh, sure. She'd tried to set Akane up with Ryoga and then a week or two back tried that Cave of Lost Love trick, but there was an element to plausible deniability with both of these. Generally speaking? She was awesome to him. Here, have some food! Here, have someone to talk to about all the nonsense going on in your life. It was only a matter of time before he realised she was perfect for him. In theory.
It also helped that she was getting in good with her major real problems. Not just Akane, but the Tendo family in a more general sense. She knocked on the front gate, Mister Tendo opened it, saw it was her and said "Good afternoon Miss Kuonji. I believe Ranma and Akane were helping Kasumi with the attic."
"Oh!" she said, smiling up at the man who would love nothing better than to ruin Ukyo's dreams of the future but was otherwise a pretty nice guy. "I'm sure they'd like an extra helping hand then."
And up she went. See? No particular scheme or plot or plan. She'd just get into a nice cozy little dark space with Ranma, and things could progress from there. There was no need to drug Ranma into hugging her, or trying to trick him into a kiss. Just, innocently brush part of her body against his arm or hand or thigh, play it off like an accident or outright ignore it. Seduce him without making it look like she was seducing him.
Ukyo knew the way by now of course. She'd visited plenty of times by now. The attic entrance was upstairs - and as a side note, Soun was incorrect. Ranma and Akane were in the training hall trying to decipher some scrolls found in the attic - so up the stairs she went.
What she did not expect was to turn the corner and walk face first right into a big comfy pair of <i>mmmmmm yes please I want some more.</i>
"Oh my!" Kasumi gasped, quickly pulling Ukyo's face out of the happy happy place she had found. Of course Ukyo was much, much stronger than her and so she made a quick return trip. "Ukyo, please control yourself!"
'Nah,' she thought and sighed into the comfort zone. 'Better if you do it.'
"Oh dear, oh dear!" Kasumi whimpered, grabbing hold of the back of Ukyo's head. Sensing she was about to be extracted again when she truly did not wish to be, Ukyo wrapped her arms around Kasumi's waist and locked her fingers together. Oh, if only this dress wasn't in the way this would truly be a paradise beyond compare! "Ah, now. Ukyo. P-Please come with me to my room."
That sounded like an awesome plan. The best plan. No! It was the <b>bestest</b> plan! The two of them stepped rather awkwardly, like a dancing partnership. Of course Ukyo was keeping her face well and truly nestled in the valley of ultimate contentment, her intentions for Ranma utterly forgotten and cast aside to the winds. Gosh Kasumi smelled nice.
The door closed and Ukyo's heart skipped in anticipation. How might Kasumi command her? Only time would tell.
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Meanwhile, there was a certain pair who were utterly oblivious to all of this going on. Sitting in the dojo, in opposite corners to one another crouched over a scroll that they were reading with clear furious intention. Simultaneously, their features would soften, their posture would relax a touch, and then they'd glance across at one another without a word. Then scowl, stick out their tongues and resume what they were doing.
"How are you getting on?" Ranma asked. He wasn't having any luck with his. None at all.
"Pretty good!" Akane lied, wondering if maybe this thing was upside down? "And you?"
"Yeah, I feel pretty close to understanding it."
Which resulted in both of them sweating quite a bit. None of this made any sense at all! Was it even written in Japanese?! Suddenly Akane shot up to her feet, and Ranma peered over at her worried that she was about to demonstrate her new martial arts skill before he had even worked out how his worked!
"I'm thirsty!" Akane declared. Maybe if she was sneaky and asked her father... "While I'm gone to the kitchen would you also like some water?"
"Uh, yeah? Thanks," Ranma said, relieved. This could buy him some much needed time to work this out, time that he definitely could appreciate!
Of course, neither of them could guess that these brain wracking new techniques would be the furthest thing from either of their minds very soon.
- Akane finds Nabiki brainwashing Kodachi with her tits.
- Nabiki strolls into the training hall to find Ranma working on the scroll.
- Kasumi takes the opportunity to rewire Ukyo's thinking a little.
- Kasumi tries to resist the chance to make Ukyo leave Ranma be. Tries and fails.
- Something else
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