Story: Carry the Ten

 

Now that was over with - Ranma hated studying. He'd do it, but he didn't have to like it. It wasn't even that he was necessarily bad in any subjects, it was just that he could be spending the time out doing martial arts instead. You know? But, like his old man said, you never know when you might need to use these skills. Besides, they might inspire something martial arts related, blah blah blah, whatever, he'd just have to get on with it.

Trouble was... The studying was happening in Nabiki's bedroom. This is where the audience would whoop and holler if that fact was revealed on a sitcom with a live studio audience. Well, cool your jets because it wasn't like that. It wasn't just him and Nabiki. It was also his new friends, Hiroshi and Daisuke, and - 

You know what, he was just going to admit it to himself. He was pretty sure that the only reason those two wanted to hang out with him was because they wanted to ogle the sexy Tendo sisters. I know, I know, call it absurd but it is what it is. The evidence was there and quite difficult to ignore.

Nabiki wasn't even wearing anything all that different to what she normally wore around the house. More casual attire than what she wore at school. Some fairly snug denim shorts, a sleeveless top, triangular glasses which he was pretty sure didn't actually have frames and were only being worn to give her a sort of stern look about her. So, why were those two dorks sneaking peeks at her like this? Especially at her long, slender legs - 

...

Actually he could sort of see it now. Urgh! Focus Ranma, focus! Ignore the fact that those two horndogs were drooling all over your - All over one of the women you're supposed to be engaged to! Pretend it's not happening, move on with your homework and then get this mess over with so you can go back to pretending those sisters weren't the hottest thing on two legs. Two sexy, sexy legs, that would probably feel great if they walked on your back...

"Teacher, I'm having trouble with this question here," Hiroshi said out of nowhere.

Nabiki cast a look over towards Hiroshi, then towards Ranma. A strange smirk crossed her features, and then she leaned over the table to take a good hard look. In between Hiroshi and Daisuke. Letting the front of her shirt slip down a bit, letting him see quite a bit of cleavage. Not as big as Ranma's girl form. Not quite. But still very... There. Gosh his mouth felt dry all of a sudden.

Ranma looked away. Then noticed that Nabiki had kept her legs straight while leaning over, and was now bent over so much that her butt was up above her head. A big round peach aching to have a bite taken out of it.

Damn these hormones! Damn her for teasing him like this! She had to be doing this on purpose! She must be!

"I see, I see," Nabiki said. "This is fairly common for those new to this topic. You need to break the problem down like this..."

Grrr! Stop getting distracted! Don't be jealous of those two, sneaking peeks like that! Being next to them, practically rubbing shoulders with her! She's teasing you on purpose, Ranma! Come on now. You know you're hot shit, why are you letting this woman get to you?

The answer was - he wasn't used to it. Normally he'd attend all boys schools. He never really interacted with girls all that much.How the hell was he meant to concentrate like this? He'd have to get used to it. Persevere. That's what training is all about. If you can learn to cope with this, then dangerously sexy women adversaries would not be able to take advantage of it in a fight! Yeah, see it that way, it would help you a lot more in the long -

"And you're done!" Nabiki dusted off her hands. "How about you, Saotome? You weren't getting... distracted, were you?"

"I'm not done yet," Ranma admitted under his breath. It wasn't that he was stupid or anything, it was just... You know, try focusing under these conditions.

"Alright, then you two clear off. I'll have to tutor Ranma personally."

"Aw, but can't we stay?" Daisuke asked.

"Yeah, we can help a buddy out!" Hiroshi all but begged.

"No, clear off, you'll distract him, he obviously needs as much focus as he can get," Nabiki said. "Shoo, shoo! Go and ask Kasumi for some sandwiches or something, tell her you've earned it and I'm sure she'll be happy to accommodate."

Great, just what he needed. Now he was being given a special private tutor session with Nabiki - who immediately sat in his lap the instant they were alone.

"So, what seems to be making this hard for you, Saotome?" she asked. Ranma let out a strangled gargling noise. "Hrm, from what I can tell you seem to be doing perfectly fine here. Your working is correct, your problem solving skills are on point. Is it simply a matter of speed?"

He replied unintelligibly, because Nabiki started to shift her weight in her new seat.

"Well, it's obvious isn't it?" Nabiki said. "You need some extra motivation to work faster."

"M-Motivation?" Ranma squeaked.

"Hrm, yes... How about this," Nabiki pondered. "If you solve every problem before time is up, you get a rewa~ard."

A rewa~ard? With that little singsong note in the middle? Don't say it, don't ask it, don't even think it! But that was all he could think about! It was the only thing that came to mind in a situation like this!

"Y-You mean, like a kiss?" he asked. He said it! But now that he had said it, courage welled up inside him. "Huh! As if I needed some weird gamble to get a kiss from a chick. A guy like me can - "

"Bold of you to assume it would be a kiss," Nabiki asked. "Is that what you want, Saotome? Would that motivate you to work a little more quickly?"

D-damn! She hadn't even set a trap for him there, he'd set it for himself! Then walked in blindfolded and fumbling, making a total fool of himself in the process! 

"Not my fault you're a tease..." Ranma grumbled.

"Saotome, if you think I'm teasing you now, you should wonder at the things adults can really get up to," Nabiki said. Mercifully, she left his lap. "You are lacking in experience with women. If I were to tease you, I'd eat you alive before you knew what was happening. If you finish those questions in half an hour, you get a reward."

"Hrmph! Fine!" Ranma grumbled again, hunching his back over the questions and furrowing his brow. "I'll show you what I can really do!"

"You do that," Nabiki patted him on the back of the head, all condescendingly. "I'm going to get some water, do you want anything to drink?"

No. No he didn't. This was a task that Ranma would win at! No question about it, this was where he'd win. His pride demanded no less than satisfaction. No more distractions. No more cute older women with killer legs and a condescending manner that made him feel all funny! Ranma was winning this for his pride! Not for his libido!

And if you believe that, would you like to buy a bridge?

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Nabiki Tendo always prided herself on her cool, aloof attitude. The way she could tease others with barely any effort. Poke them. Prod them. Make them lose their cool. Make a mistake. Something she could capitalise on. Make them learn something about themselves and the cruel, cruel nature of the real world. Especially when they’re idiot hormonal teenagers. She was a teacher at heart, and she made sure to give her students lessons in all walks of life.

So why in the hell was she letting herself get hot under the collar for Ranma! She left the room, had to lean against the wall, and fan herself down. This wasn't like her. She was the cool Ice Queen of Furinkan, had been since she was a student there.

Deep breath now. Let's get that water. Ranma was a very well built young man. Very, very well built. Quite handsome as well. Charming when the mood took him. Athletically gifted, lots of stamina, cute girl form that would let you do some really kinky - 

Nabiki stopped mid-step, frowned and tried to adjust that thinking. He's your student right now. Your student. No matter what arrangement existed between your families it would be grossly inappropriate for you to continue flirting with him. A distinct conflict of interests and an abuse of power that went even beyond what she felt she could safely get away with.

Besides which, jocks were not her thing at all. She wanted more experienced, richer men. Not wandering martial artists without a penny to their name! It shouldn't matter that he has a body like a -

"Lean slice of beefcake?" Kasumi said from within the kitchen.

"Yes please!" Hiroshi and Daisuke happily said, while her adorable niece sat on the floor munching on an apple. Aw. How sweet! It seemed like the two boys were playing with her as well. Hehehe, such a sweet little kid, she could entrance anyone at all with how innocent and playful she was, huh?

Wouldn't it be nice though, to have your own?

Nabiki had to work to keep her hand steady on the return to her room. That was another consequence of something happening, huh? A kid. A cute little tyke to look after. She didn't really want one, of course. Himiko was enough, thanks. A niece to play with. No need for a brat of her own. Though, it had been a while, hadn't it? Since your last relationship, Nabiki? Maybe the truth is, you're just hard up. Yeah. that's it. That's why you're getting a bit heated up by that jock. Just remember. Ranma's a meathead. He's not actually that smart, it's all just a pure physical - 

"All done!"

Huh? What? Ranma was thrusting a sheet of paper at her the instant she walked in through the door. Really? She took it. Scanned it. The working was there. The answers looked right.

"I was gone for maybe two minutes," Nabiki slowly said. She set the water down on the table.  "You answered ten questions. In two minutes. And got them all right. Including the working."

"Heh, yeah. You see?" Ranma scoffed. "So, what was the reward?"

This is where Nabiki's brilliant brain set to whirring. She was quite adept at thinking on the spot. Except... the idea of a kiss had been planted in her mind by Ranma. Nurtured by her own latent attraction to him. Watered by - Oh, fuck the metaphors, she tipped his chin up and gave him a brief smooch on the lips.

A brief smooch which transitioned into an open mouthed kiss.

An open mouthed kiss which proceeded into them toppling onto her bed.

A topple onto her bed that transitioned into a tongue wrestling contest.

Ten minutes later, they separated, leaving a loud plopping sound from the suction between their lips. "Good work Saotome," Nabiki said. "Hurry along now. Your friends are waiting downstairs."

"Y-Yes Miss Tendo!" 

He scurried out of the room quickly, while Nabiki's gaze lingered on his cute manly butt. Mmm, those trousers didn't do it a bit of justice, but she could tell. She'd sneaked a squeeze on him in the midst of that. Not that he should complain, he certainly grabbed hers enough times.

"I am so getting fired over him," Nabiki mused. But... "It would be so worth it."