A lot can be said about Happosai. He's a martial arts master. He's astoundingly strong, ridiculously quick, stupidly tough and remarkably knowledgeable of all manner of details about techniques and attacks from all over the world. He's also incredibly petty and a colossal pervert.
Ask either Genma or Soun what it was like to train under such a man and their answer would be in the same vein: It was hell. It was humiliating. It could not have been worse if the devil himself had come from hell and demanded they dance for his amusement on a ballroom floor made of hot lava while their mothers watched on with disapproving glares.
Which must inevitably make one fearful: What sort of training would a lech like Happosai inflict on a <i>female</i> student? It rather boggles the mind, does it not? This would be the perfect opportunity for him to take any number of gross routes. Have her doing squats in a leotard, then touch her thighs while pretending to adjust her position. Make her do jumping jacks so he could ogle her bouncing chest. Make her sweaty. Make her clothes cling to her, or see-through, or any of a dozen other possible things he could subject her to.
"Sweeto!"
Or he could be leaping from rooftop to rooftop with a bag full of stolen underwear slung over his back, while Akane struggled to keep up behind him. Truly, this martial arts master had that capability to turn anything into training.
"Get him, Akane!" yelled some girls from the street below them. "Beat him up for stealing our... stuff!"
Both Happosai and Akane grinned at their misunderstanding of the situation. Once Akane got her skill level up a bit, she'd be carrying a sack of her very own! Filled to the brim with silky darlings rescued from many fair maidens through the streets of Furinkan, nay the entirety of Nerima ward!
This probably comes as a bit of a surprise to those that knew of the pervert, but in all honesty the one thing he'd been after all this time was a worthy heir. He'd thought Ranma would be the boy to get there. He had a curse that turned him into a complete babe, he was a skilled martial artist with tremendous potential and he had a cavalcade of pretty martial arts chicks lining up around the block for the chance to bang him. It seemed like perfect material for an heir. Except that he defied his true lustful base nature at every turn!
Unlike Akane. Oh, he knew she was under some kind of influence or other. He didn't much care. A bit of his normal training regimine and she'd be up to snuff in no time flat. Happosai had always known that her biggest problem was lack of confidence, and whatever influence she was under - it was gone for the time being. The perfect chance to push her through that glass ceiling and mould her into the perfect heir... or the perfect lure to turn Ranma into the perfect heir!
The two of them arrived at the Tendo dojo, leaving the girls on the ground trailing about a block behind them. Happosai jumped down first. Akane was next, landing perfectly without hurting herself. "S-sweet!" Akane gasped. "Haven't had a workout like that in years! Now let's get a look at the silky darlings!"
Happosai tapped at his pipe. "Shortly, shortly," he chuckled. "But first, I'd like to check on something with you. What do you prefer? Cute boys or pretty girls?"
"Don't make me choose! That's too cruel!" Akane gasped. Then she dove for the bag. Happosai stepped back to watch. Oh, he'd wanted to enjoy himself as well but something about watching a girl do this was so much more... fascinating. "What a haul! What a haul! Yippee!"
Kukuku... Happosai could hardly help but grin wickedly. His hands blurred, and he snatched all of the undergarments out of Akane's grasp, panties and bras and everything, then began to juggle them overhead.
"Ah! Master Happosai! What a cruel thing to do to a young burgeoning pervert!" Akane sniffed. Then she leaped out and tried to grab hold of them. Tried. He was still too fast for her.
"Sorry Akane, you'll have to do better than that!" Happosai teased. Hohoho! This was it, this was what martial arts training was all about. Find the right motivation, then push your students through their limits. That little run was only the warm up. Now Akane would have to pull out everything she had if she wanted to get ahold of these -
They went like that for a good half hour, and eventually Akane glowered at him. Then her sweat drenched face split open in a strangely perverse grin. She turned her back, seeming to sulk - and then whirled around with her gi top split open revealing the sports bra that lay underneath!
"S-Sweeto!" Happosai yelled, unable to keep himself from bouncing towards the bountiful treasures lying ahead of him. Ah, while not as pleasant as Ranma's girl form, he could easily settle for this chest! Part of him knew this was a trap, mind. Even so... Even so it was a trap worth falling into any day of the week!
To his great surprise a foot caught him in mid-air, sending him bouncing off to the corner of the garden. He knew that kick well, though it hadn't really hurt him.
"Back off Akane, old man!" Ranma-chan yelled, still looking far too adorable for her own good in that metal bunnygirl suit. "Hey, tomboy! Put that chest away before you make someone go bli- Hey!"
"Ranma-chan!" Akane cooed, glomping onto Ranma from behind. "I've been working out, Ranma! Taste my sweat, lick it from my cheek. Liiiick iiiiit!"
"No way! Ew!"
"But Ranma! I know you've been watching my training. Your eyes have been roaming my sexy fit body, haven't they? All this time you've been hiding and watching, peeping on my training! Naughty girl. Naughty, naughty girl needs a spanking!"
... Huh! That might be a little bit too creepy even for Happosai to find arousing. Nonetheless, it seemed as though his wayward heir had been lured out. Just as Happosai had planned from the start! Ahem! This certainly wasn't something that had gone his way because of happenstance, no sir, it was all his plan!
Ah, what a sight to behold. Akane with her gi still open, groping Ranma-chan in her bunny suit. The former trying to make the latter grope/lick her. Any one of these things by themselves would be enough to make Happosai sit back and enjoy the show. Mix them all together and you have yourself a paradise on earth!
"Oh no you don't!" Akane hissed when Ranma tried to slip out of her grip. "Hotcha!"
And down they went into a great big heap with Akane straddling Ranma, pinning the pigtailed girl down with hands upon her impressive bust.
"Akane! Snap out of it!" Ranma yelled. It would be easy for him to escape. All he had to do was hit her. But no. Ranma never liked hitting her. Ahahaha! It wasn't even that he had a problem with hitting girls, nor was it intended as a mark of disrespect. That's the thing that made Happosai really smirk to himself. The fool had opened his heart up and allowed the weakness of love inside, and now it was turning back to bite him the same way it always bit a martial artist.
"Oh, don't worry!" Akane licked her lips. "I have every intention of snapping you out of that bun-bun suit. The yummy treat inside is far too sweet to be denied!"
Ohohoho! This was amazing! This was well beyond Happosai's greatest expectations! His instincts were dead on. Whatever influence Akane was under, it would let him mould her into the perfect, ultimate heir. Or failing that give him all the tools he'd need to do the same with Ranma.
"Listen, I know how it is," Ranma patiently -yet also with a dash of panic - said while trying to push Akane off of her without touching anywhere... inappropriate. "You don't normally act like this, right? It's this suit! It makes my girl form so hot that it turns anyone that sees it into a giant pervert, but you've got to fight it Akane! Fight the urge to... play with my super hot girl form! Fight it!"
"Why should I fight it?" Akane asked, waggling her eyebrows. "When we both want it."
Ranma opened his mouth to reply to that, but Akane was already showing massive leaps in improvement due to Happosai's training regimen. Ohohoho! He was so proud of her speed! What a worthwhile student he had, going straight for the killshot like that!
"Mmmmmmf!" Ranma yelled/moaned, who really cared, what mattered was the wonderful sight of Akane kissing Ranma with the kind of passion usually reserved for myths and legends. You know the sort, the kind that makes fire or a new star appear in the sky or some hogwash like that. The girl knew what she wanted and for once she was getting it. Ranma tried to push her off - but Akane had already interlocked her hands behind Ranma's back, so all that happened was a brief reversal in which of them was on top. Brief, because Akane quickly flipped her right back and did... Something that Happosai couldn't quite see with her right hand. It must have been good because Ranma's eyes fluttered when she did it.
"Ah! Cut that out!" Ranma protested, managing to pull her lips away from Akane's. Or maybe the choice was Akane's, since she went right on the attack once again, this time nibbling on Ranma's earlobe and swirling her tongue around the outside of her ear. "h-Hey! You dumb uncute tomboy, what's it gonna take to get you to cut this out already?!"
Then the phone rang. Happosai didn't think anything of it as he was enjoying the show. However, from within the house Kasumi's voice rang out: "Nabiki, it's for you!"
At which point Akane stopped cold. "A thousand yen," she said.
"Huh?" Ranma grunted.
"I'll stop hitting on you for a thousand yen," Akane plainly, coldly said. "I'll make it half price if you let me take some pictures."
"Eh, Akane-chan!" Happosai called. "Don't stop now! You were on the verge of breaking her -"
Both Ranma and Akane punted Happosai really, really hard. Oh, blast! Easy come, easy go!
- Happosai works out what's really going on and decides to take advantage of it.
- Akane starts extorting Ranma something fierce. But only Ranma. Only ever Ranma.
- Nabiki notices her little sister doing a bad impersonation of her, and the worst team up in history is born.
- Same as above, but Nabiki decides to take advantage of Akane instead. She's new to a game that Nabiki is an expert in.
- Something else.
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