The return home had never felt so long. Akane clutched the book to her chest while rushing through the famliar streets, steam shooting out of her nose. Her buddies, her pals, her new besties Hiroshi and Daisuke had awakened her libido. Her sex drive. Her inner pervert. Granted, they had done so for rather perverted reasons - though apparently they were content with giving her what she wanted anyway.
To whit: Ranma. Ranma. Ranma. That hunk, that babe, that handsome stud, that adorable shortstack. The best of both worlds wrapped in one neat little package.For a long time now she'd been suppressing her feelings regarding that sexy idiot, but no longer. It was bubbling over, spilling out of her and she could hardly wait to give him a taste.
Yet wait she must. For this book had a double edge to its use. In using it so blatantly and carelessly on her, those two boys had inadvertently moved Akane's heart into the 'friend' space. She could not imagine them, nor even comprehend them, as sexual partners, nor as anything other than buddies. Perverted buddies, for sure, but merely friends. That was the last thing she wanted to happen with Ranma. Despite that, she had insisted on taking the book home with her anyway.
What should she do with it? Well, before figuring that out she had to read it. Use it on Ranma to help them get closer? Use it on the other girls to get them to leave him alone? Turn them into her own personal harem instead of his? Send them on to her new besties for them to use? Or awaken them to their hentai side the same way she had been awakened?
Decisions, decisions. None of them seemed any more right or wrong than the others. That anticipation must be what was making this run feel so much longer than normal. Until she read the book and got a better idea of what it could do, she couldn't dare do any one of them.
"I'm home!" she called out while running in through the front door, and what should greet her upon entry?
"Why Airen so shy? Shampoo just want little hug!"
"Gack! Shampoo! Cut that out!"
Her eyes fell upon quite the sight. Her strong, handsome, studly soon to be boy toy fending off a sultry foreign girl with a ludicrously curvy body and a cute face. Akane's eyes lingered on Shampoo's thighs, then trailed up her waist and went on a tour of her sexy body. She'd seen it before of course, but this time... it felt like this was the first time she'd really seen it. Honestly, the fact that Ranma hadn't taken the chance to bust a nut inside of that only went to show that he wasn't half the pervert she used to think he was. In fact, he might have been a bigger prude than she used to be...
Still, she couldn't stare at the borderline lewd scene without reacting or it would raise suspicion. What was it she would normally do in a situation like this?
"Hrmph! Alright, you two have fun!" she yelled, and then made a big show of stomping up to her room. Hopefully she didn't overdo it? Whatever! She went in, flopped down on the bed and started to read. Heart pounding in her chest.
After about ten minutes she stopped. How strange. She was reading it. She could comprehend the words... but none of it was sinking in. It was more like, she sort of... knew stuff that she didn't before? But couldn't put it into words exactly. For example, she could sort of tell that she was in absolutely no danger of losing Ranma to Shampoo because she was pushing every single 'nope' button he had. He knew that Chinese bimbo was hot. He knew she wanted him. But he got more emotional fulfillment from the fact that she was so into him than sexual satisfaction. As in, by miles. Not to mention, he knew very well that she was crazy and would drag him off to China and keep him chained up to their new home for the rest of his life to make babies as often as possible.
Or maybe she wouldn't actually do that, but it was the impression Ranma had.
Meanwhile Ranma's refusal was actually turning Shampoo on, and she hadn't quite recognised that fact yet. She was so used to boys tripping over themselves to try and seduce her or beat her in a fight for the purpose of winning her heart that someone that hot saying no was revving her engine something fierce. On reflection, yeah that made sense. Mousse was exactly the wrong person for her, anyone could tell that his eagerness really didn't work for her.
In other words... rather than teaching techniques, the book was more sort of teaching her how to pull a person's levers to get them to react the way you want them to. This little look at the turn ons and turn offs of Ranma and Shampoo would set her along the path to becoming first lovers and then friends with either of them, depending on how hard she yanked those levers. Or in what order she yanked them. Or something like that? It felt like she was on the first day of class for a brand new topic.
"Stupid magic book," Akane groused, settling back on her bed and continuing to read. "Ugh, wouldn't it be better to use as a reference guide rather than magically putting this stuff in my headspace?"
Maybe it would be. But... feh! So long as it worked on a permanent basis, one quick read through probably ought to be enough. Right?
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Fending off Shampoo was like wrestling with a glue covered octopus. The girl knew very well how to grab on and not let go, and it had bothered Ranma from the day she'd first showed up. Every time he thought he'd worked out a trick to escape, it turned out it involved grabbing a thigh, or her butt, or a boob or something, and he still hadn't worked out how the hell she managed that every single time.
Luckily, it seemed like her intention today was to 'piss Akane off' rather than get him to cop a feel. Ranma sighed as she slunk off victorious. Akane had seemed really wound up. Maybe she had a run-in with Kuno or something that had left her pissed already by the time she got here?
"Ranma! You should apologise to your fiancee! Right now!"
"I'm going, I'm going!" Ranma grumbled, hopping up along the outside of the building.Not heading up to her door because knocking on her door would make it seem like he was trying to be all humble and nice, going to her window was a bit more of a power play on his part. He much preferred doing it like this.
He knocked on the window and - no response. He knocked again. Still nothing. This time, he took a look inside just in case she was listening to music or something, and saw... that tomboy lying on the bed reading a book with a dumb grin on her face, eyes all glazed over, totally lost in whatever she was reading. Didn't look cute at all. So he opened the window and called out to her.
"Enjoying that, tomboy?"
The way she jumped should be a memory that would bring amusement for hours still to come, he was pretty sure. Akane fumbled the book in mid-air and scrambled to catch it, prompting Ranma to snatch it, then her to lunge for it, which naturally meant he had to hold it at arm's length -
And suddenly, somehow, she was on top of him while he was lying on her bed. Her face inches from his. Their lips close. Tantalisingly close. As in, if one of them breathed wrong it would suck the other in, and then they'd - the unthinkable would happen.
"Ah!"
The spell broke, and Akane was lying next to him with a hand at her back.
"Huh? Something the matter"? Ranma asked. She hit him in the chest.
"When you startled me, I pulled something in my back," Akane complained. "This is your fault, dummy! Do something about it!"
"Hey, it ain't my fault you weren't paying attention!"
Still, he sat up and Akane rolled over onto her back. His hands fell upon her back and he started to rub her down with the limited shiatsu techniques that he knew. Oh yeah. Where was that book she'd been reading...? Ah, it probably fell off down the side of the bed or something.
For your benefit, dear reader, it had indeed. Ranma had dropped it on noticing how close their faces were, and she had flipped it under the bed when she'd tumbled over. Not that Ranma could guess it was deliberate. Nor could he guess that he was operating under the effect of one of the more subtle techniques of the book,
It was called 'do me a favour'. The idea is simple enough. Ask the person you intend to lewd to perform a reasonable request for you. For example, a backrub after they caused you to pull a muscle in your back. So long as the favour did not inconvenience them in any obvious way, and could be considered reasonable - they would go along with it. They wouldn't think anything was strange about it at all, so long as they were doing that favour.
So, for example, they wouldn't think it strange that Akane had unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra, and that they were rubbing down her back. Her bare back, with soft yielding skin covering firm muscles. They wouldn't think anything of it when Akane sat up and moved to sit in their lap, deliberately and slowly grinding her ass onto his hardening erection.
"Seriously, you're so clumsy," Ranma protested, kneading his hands into her back. "A jump like that tweaking your back? Aren't you supposed to be a martial artist?"
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Okay, so Akane had done this on a whim and she was completely getting why the boys had been so eager to get things rolling. It had been so <i>easy</i> to get him into this position, and it felt like it would be that much easier to go further.
Therein lay the core problem, of course. If she pushed for something more to happen, right here and now, would it keep Ranma from becoming her 'friend', or would it guarantee it? What if the reason that Akane had put those two idiots right smack dab in the middle of her 'friend zone' was because they had deliberately avoided doing anything lewd with her because of their higher aspirations?
Ah! What a torturous conundrum! What a despicable dilemma! To seduce, or not to seduce? Which path would lead her to greater happiness? Lewd further, or lewd at just this level? What should Akane Tendo do now?!
- Get interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
- Fuck it, sex sounds amazing, go for the goal.
- Hold off for now, this is merely the start of her longer term plans.
- Something else
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