Story: Friendly Hentai Tome

The trouble with waiting it out is that Akane Tendo is not a very patient person at the best of times. The fact of the matter was, she was in her room with Ranma. Sitting topless on his lap. Feeling his erect shaft in between her cheeks. Screw patience. More importantly, screw her!

But oh, how to go about it? This was the closest opportunity she'd had. No sign of interfering fathers, no trace of super sexy rivals... If she didn't now, then when? The next time he walked in on her in the bath? That is, tomorrow morning if she had any say. Maybe tonight, if she could convince him to work up a sweat...

"There you go," he said. "All better now?"

She wanted to say 'no', but that seemed unwise. Saying 'no' at this point in any context was off the table. So she nodded.

"You're more skilled with your hands than I thought you'd be," she sniffed, privately wanting him to use those hands in other skillful ways. "Although, I do see a problem, buster."

"Problem?" he asked, then furrowed his brow as if she'd accused him of something. "What now?"

She patted the very obvious lump in his trousers and rolled her eyes. "This, dummy. What do you think will happen if you are seen leaving my room with an erection? Imagine the rumours that would start because of that!"

His own imagination did, indeed, fill in the blanks. Nabiki capturing it on camera. Threatening to spread it around the school, or show it to their fathers. Nabiki would have him as her slave for life to keep that from getting out. Akane didn't even need to use any of the book's techniques to see this, it was plain as the nose on his face. Or perhaps, the lack of colour in his cheeks? No, not nearly as catchy a saying.

"Guess I'll stay until it goes away then..." Ranma grumbled, staring at his traitorous penis.

"That's almost as bad!" Akane gasped, faking her shock and wondering why she hadn't taken her calling as an actress. "If you stay in here for that long, there's a much greater risk of you being found in here. Sitting on my bed. Hard as a rock. What if Kasumi walked in?"

Oh, that was actually worse and even Akane felt that one. Kasumi would want to give him 'the talk'. Both of them actually. It would be beyond humiliating. The mere act of imagining it was worse than standing in the middle of a hiryu shoten ha.

"You could get some water and splash me?" Ranma suggested, but Akane held up her arms in an X formation.

"Leaving you alone in my room while I get some water? That makes it sound like I was fooling around with your girl form! No, we'll just have to get rid of it <i>quickly</i>."

Her logic was inescapable. The only safe way to prevent people from getting the wrong idea about them fooling around was, of course, to fool around. Of course. It's perfectly rational, utterly flawless reasoning.

"Consider this a favour between friends," she said while pulling off his trousers.

"I dunno, what if someone walks - Uhhhh..."

The complaint wasn't allowed to go anywhere, because Akane had already managed to wrap her hand around his dick. Her initial gut response was to use all of her strength to grab this mighty organ - but the book's own knowledge on hentai was able to hold her back from this grave mistake. Akane was the kind of girl who threw her all into whatever she did, but there were many times where such things were not called for. Cooking should be meditative, not intense. Embroidery was the same. A delicate touch was needed.

The tome was guiding her to be gentle, yet firm. She didn't pull on it too hard, but made sure to keep her pace gentle and gradual. She could already tell that Ranma wanted her to go faster, but no. Maybe if it was him, he'd do so reflexively to try maximise his own pleasure - but Akane was the one in control here.

"This is just a favour I'm doing," she said, then after a moment had a bright idea. She slipped down onto her knees and placed his shaft in between her boobs and ran them up and down its length, greatly enjoying his response. Enjoying it immensely, but trying not to show it. Trying so, so hard not to show it. But failing. Completely failing. "This doesn't mean anything. Got it?"

"G-Got it!" Ranma grunted. His eyes were begging her to go faster. But no. Not a chance. "Y-You know I'd only let you do this because we got no other choice."

"That's right, we have no choice," Akane reaffirmed, grabbing onto each boob with her hands and then, quite deliberately, pushing her left tit upwards and her right one down, while also pushing them both together to totally smother his cockhead. A little twist here, and she ran her left nipple around the exposed, bulbous, sensitive end of his penis. "No choice at all but to put her big hard throbbing penis in between my cute boobs."

Time to tease him a little more. Things were progressing exactly the way she wanted them to... which she could easily put to the fact that Ranma really wanted to do this, but was simply too proud to ever go for it under normal conditions.

"I mean, I know they're not as big as your girl form, or Shampoo's," she said, then teased him by adding a little tongue to the action. Not much. Not for long. Just the tip of her tongue to just his tip. "But they are nice boobs."

"Y-You call those boobs?" Ranma grunted. Oh, that silly boy. "They're way too fla-aaah!"

He muted his own gasp by covering his mouth, right as the explosion hit her. As soon as that hot liquid hit her, Akane felt herself cum a little bit too. Ranma collapsed onto her bed, breathing heavier than she'd ever seen him before, but he seemed to compose himself after a moment. Which seemed like an opportune time for Akane to use her next little idea.

"Oh darn, look at this mess," she tutted. "Ah... I don't have anything to clean this up with. There's only one thing for it."

And then she started to deliberately, methodically, use her hand to clean herself up and lick it off. Yes, that's right. She maintained eye contact with Ranma the entire time.

"Probably tastes better than your cooking," he grumbled, while growing erect once again. Kukuku, just as she thought. A guy like Ranma had a lot more stamina than your typical man. By the time she'd scooped herself clean and licked all the white goo off herself, he was right back at square one. It didn't take him long to notice. "Feh, stupid tomboy, can't even get this right."


"Oh is that right?" Akane asked, and then without waiting for a response dove right onto his dick, mouth wide open, clutching onto his waist and gripping her own wrist to make sure he couldn't wriggle out. This time around she couldn't help herself, in spite of the tome's advice. She went hell for leather on that dick, bobbing her head back and forth with all the ferocity and vigor she was known for.

"Hey!" Ranma hissed. He put his hand in her hair, as if trying to prise it off... but his hips were telling a different story. "Honestly, stupid tomboy! Ah! This is all your fault anyway. Nnngh!"

Amazingly, he didn't last any time at all this time. Of course, Akane made use of her pre-made excuse to get rid of the evidence. Swallowing it all up, even licking the shaft to make sure there wasn't a spot left on it. She'd give him this much. He was right. It was more delicious than anything she'd ever make.

But he was still hard as a rock. After cumming twice. Because this was the warmup. The handjob, the titjob, the blowjob, all of that was merely foreplay for the main event.

"Darn, I thought that would do the job for sure!" Akane said. She rose to her feet, sniffing and dumping her skirt and panties in a single go. "I guess there's nothing else for it. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Buh...?" Ranma burbled, but he was only incoherent long enough to realise that he was incoherent, so he shook his head to bring himself back to normal. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"Ugh, you really are an idiot aren't you?" Akane said, getting on her bed and lying down. "Obviously, if those didn't work there's only one thing left to try, right?"

"Huh? You don't mean -?" Ranma began to ask but stopped himself. Turning as red as his shirt in the process."No way, that's crazy!"

"What's so crazy about it?" Akane countered. "I mean, it's just to get rid of that. It's not like it would mean anything. Unless you want it to mean something..."

"Hell no, why would it mean anything?"

Akane shrugged. "I don't know. But, you know, if it means nothing we can do whatever we want, right? Think of it like... friends with benefits, or something like that."

"Friends... with benefits?"

Yes, that's right. The most powerful technique the tome had to offer. A temptation, a lure, the snake whispering in your ear, taunting you about the fruit of knowledge. Didn't it look delicious? Didn't it look sweet? Didn't the forbidden appeal entice you?

It only worked when there was a mutual sexual attraction between the user and the target. The two had to have a close personal connection as well - but there was something holding them back, keeping them from trying for a serious relationship. So, the legendary, mythical 'friends with benefits' relationship would act as a lure to get you that lay. Regularly. In fact, one might say it was less a technique and more an excuse. That's what made it so potent. It was like giving someone permission to take what they already wanted.

"Well, I guess that makes sense," Ranma muttered. He scooted over and gulped nervously. "You sure this will work?"

"Won't know until we give it a try..." Akane said. She spread her legs open and beckoned for him to come closer. The shy boy bit his lip, but did what he should. He lined it up. Pointed its head right at her moist opening. Then stepped forward gingerly, as if afraid of being bitten.

To hell with that. Akane hooked her legs behind his waist, slapped on a triangle grip and dragged him in, all the way in, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh <i>fuck!</i>

"Th-This doesn't mean nothing!" Ranma sputtered, seeming unsure of what to do with his hands. "It's just to get rid of my hard throbbing dick."

"Which I made hard," Akane said back to him, in between deep sucking breaths. "S-So it's only right that I take care of it for you."

"Yeah, take responsibility," Ranma grunted, tacitly admitting the obvious. That he was turned on by her enough that he became hard. "It ain't easy being a guy, you know. Lose control for a second, and everyone judges you... sit wrong and make your trousers bunch up, folk get the wrong idea."

Oh no, the absolute horror of being a man. Well, to be fair if anyone understood the plight of both genders it would have to be - Oh gosh, she had to work out a way to lure Ranma's girl form into bed next. Ranma's dick was definitely going deep into her, but the idea of making that cute little minx writhe in joy and pleasure was far too much.

As it was, the two of them were barely able to contain themselves. She'd known it would feel good, but this - this was another experience entirely. The two of them held onto each other, burying their mouths into the other's shoulder, desperately trying to keep any trace of sound from coming out.

But the real problem was going to be the bed. The sound of bouncing would be very distinct. Nabiki would be able to hear it in her room. Hell, Kasumi would be able to hear it in the kitchen if they really went for it. And oh, Akane could tell that they were both really wanting to go for it. There was real tension between them.Hard building tension since the day they met, since she walked in on him in the bath and they saw each other, and -

A sharp intake of breath, and something hot and sticky filled her up. The two of them clung to each other's bodies, making Akane keenly aware of how well sculpted her man was. So hard, so rugged, so... Trembling. Actually both of them were. Alas, this seemed to have finally done the trick. His penis was getting softer and softer the more time passed, meaning that her fun had to end. For now.

"That didn't mean anything," Ranma sniffed. "Got it?"

Akane nodded. "Friends with benefits," she said. "That's all we are. Nothing more than that unless you decide you want it. No more need for you to jerk off when Shampoo gets too clingy. You can come right to me and I'll satisfy you. Deal?"

"Yeah, I guess so..." Ranma said. He pulled on his clothes, wiped the sweat from his brow, then hopped out of the window without a care. "See you later!"

Akane dressed herself, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh don't worry stud," she said, idly picking up the book. "You'll be seeing a lot more of me from now on. A lot, lot more."