It still hadn't really hit her yet. The fact that one hour ago, she'd pushed a boy down onto her bed and given him her virginity. Akane Tendo. No longer a virgin. Giving it up to some weird boy who was sometimes a girl and was so nice that it bordered on unsettling.
She'd tried training. Found herself spontaneously <i>better</i> in every conceivable way. Faster, stronger, more precise, reacted with more intensity and skill and - And it couldn't possibly be because she was sexually frustrated! That idea was completely stupid, and kind of insulting! I mean, sure, The one and only guy around that she thought was good enough to be worth her time was blatantly interested in her older sister, and all the boys interested in her were idiots that were, bluntly, beneath her - But that didn't mean anything! It was just a stupid theory <i>that boy</i> came up with.
A theory she kept on thinking about while sitting in her room trying to study.
Akane had initiated it. Ranma had checked if she was consenting to sex, then gave his own consent. She'd been in control the entire time. Then she rode his dick like a carousel horse, and after they were done she felt - mortified, embarrassed, but also like all the tension in her muscles were... gone.
She looked over to her box of weights. Reached down. Then picked up the whole box with one hand. Barely felt it. <i>Huh</i>. She held onto the box for about a minute before it started to register, then another five before it started to feel heavy... but she was pretty sure she could hold this thing for another ten minutes easily.
Back down that box goes. Come on now. Think about this rationally. Being sexually pent up was not the reason you'd hit a glass ceiling. It was lack of training, lack of a decent sparring partner, one able to challenge you. Yeah, that's the trick. Ranma was taking you seriously. Pushing you that little bit more you needed to get <i>better</i>.
Deep breath now. Deep breath. Focus on your studying. Akane carefully gripped her pencil, returned her attention to the page, and found... A doodle of Ranma in the margins, flexing a bicep, and an arrow pointing at him with the word 'studmuffin' written near its end.
Never in her life had she erased something from a page so completely and thoroughly. She slapped her cheeks and took several deep, deep breaths. Come on, girl! Come on! You just had sex, that's all! It wasn't a big -
"Oh god we had sex," Akane whispered, and quickly turned beetroot. "I'm ruined for other men. Now I'm stuck having to marry Ranma and - " A warm feeling spread through her body, and before she could stop herself, she tittered cutely. "Hehehehe! No, no! Stop that! You barely actually know him, it was the heat of the moment, and you need to get that sorted out right now!"
Akane closed her textbook, set her pencil aside and rose from her chair. Right. She clearly wasn't getting anything done right now! What she needed to do right this instant was track down Ranma, sit his butt down and -
And not have sex with him.
The way she was feeling right now, Akane wasn't too sure she'd be able to control herself. That was a worrying bit of realisation. It wasn't as if she liked that idiot, but - Oh dammit! Come on, there's an obvious answer to that problem, there's no need to think too deeply about it! All she had to do was grab that glass of water from her desk, and the problem would solve itself.
It didn't take long to find him. He was going through a kata by himself in the training hall. When she entered, he smiled his <i>handsome</i> smile at her while making a <i>perfect</i> and <i>powerful</i> precision jump kick with a magnificent textbook landing, making it all look so <i>easy</i> and -
Haaaaaa~ Akane tossed the water on him before she did something stupid.
"Pffft!" Ranma sputtered. "I beg your pardon? What was that in aide of?"
The answer was simple enough: Akane didn't want to sex Ranma. Akane wanted to have a serious conversation with Ranma about what happened. To minimise distractions, making Ranma into a girl via his curse was the safest route available. No more manly, powerful gestures. No more handsome, charming smiles. No temptation to <i>do things</i> with him that she'd never actually wanted to do with anyone else before.
That was the theory. More accurately for the pedantic, the hypothesis. In practise? It wasn't working out that way. Because the thing about Ranma's girl form is -
Holy hell she's so cute. A busty little shortstack with an adorable round face, big blue eyes. And that pigtail somehow accentuated the cuteness even further! Or to put it another way: Oh no, she's hot.
"Uhhhhhh..." Akane's mouth hung open as she completely forgot why she was there. Her libido piped in: Clearly she was here to wear Ranma's thighs like a horse feeder. Strap 'em around the back of her head and <i>nom nom nom nom!</i>
... Oh! Right! That's why she was here! To tell this <i>ridiculously cute babe</i> that their relationship was not a sexual one, and that the thing that happened earlier was a one off. For today. Because it would only happen once a day. No, no, no! What was happening with her, why was she being so impossibly horny?!
Deep breath. Close your eyes. Don't look directly at her. Easier said than done, Akane wound up letting her eyes creak open a little and - She saw Ranma pull up her shirt to squeeze out some water, which exposed her navel, which made Akane's knees feel weak -
"L-Listen, about what happened earlier!" Akane yelped, surprised at the sound of her own voice.
"Yeah, I was thinking about that too," Ranma said. "Please accept my apology. My thoughtless remarks belittled your sexual identity, and demeaned our first time together."
"F-First time?" Akane squeaked. "Wh-what makes you think there'll be a second time?"
"Ah, pardon me, again I have inadvertently sexualised you without your consent," Ranma continued. "Perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part, but you did seem to be looking at me in a lustful way. Then again, you had initiated our previous encounter, and it seemed as though we were extremely sexually compatible. Given the arranged marriage and high compatibility - "
"What does that even mean?" Akane interrupted. "C-Compatible?"
"It means that I liked it, and you seemed to enjoy it as well," Ranma said. "In any event: Now that you are here, would you like to spar for a while? I'm eager to see how much you've -"
Something went pop in Akane's brain. Pop, pop, pop. She interrupted Ranma by putting her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders, and then - Hoisted herself up into the air, wrapped her legs around Ranma's head then fell backwards, causing Ranma to somersault onto her back with her head trapped between Akane's legs.
A classic, spot on example of a head scissors takedown, also known as a hurricanrana. Part of Akane protested what she was about to do. This part of her was violently kicked off into low earth orbit.
"You know, most of the boys at school would give anything to be where you are right now," Akane said, her eyes throbbing with hearts in them. Skirt? Discarded. Panties? She untied them at the side and slipped them off. "You want a second time? Here you go, babe."
As Akane settled in, she began to take deep breaths while Ranma's tongue got to work. That little voice from before crept back in from where it had been punted off to, and asked a simple question: 'What are you doing?'
'Getting laid' was the natural answer. Duh. Ranma was a <i>natural</i> at this, and Akane plainly needed it. So? Why not?
'You're just proving his point. You're sexually frustrated, and he's just about good enough that you can bang him and not feel like you're slumming it.'
Nope. That wasn't true. That definitely wasn't true. Because there was no universe in which Ranma Saotome could be considered too unhot for her. Not unless he became, for example, a deliberately cruel sadist or some other kind of monster. As it was? He was an attentive selfless lover who was satisfying her emotional and physical needs. Needs that she didn't even know she had until he'd scratched that itch.
'You had sex an hour ago, and now you're back for more? Come on, have some self control!'
Fuck self control! Her friends and peers, they all had boyfriends! What did she have? A gang of idiots who thought they could force her to date them! Led by the king of idiots who was blatantly stronger than her in a fight, but kept on holding back because she was a girl!
'So it really was sexual frustration then? That's what was holding you back? Is that what you are admitting to?'
Hell no! It was not sexual frustration! It was <i>general</i> frustration! Feeling held back because she was a girl! Expectations lumped onto her by society and herself that she couldn't live up to! Her crush didn't notice her, her father wasn't taking her seriously as a martial artist, those boys at school kept harassing her, then she finds out about an arranged marriage to this <i>weirdo</i> with a curse and - And!
And she came all over Ranma's face, causing her back to go straight as she rubbed her hands all over her face and up to the top of her head, pressing her forearms into her cheeks as a slow, steady moan escaped her lips. Frustration. Not at anything specifically. Just... generally. About everything.
"Hey," Ranma asked from down below. "How are you feeling now? Better?"
Akane took another deep breath. "Better," she replied. "But... We're not done yet." After all, she had a lot of frustration to take out, and this idiot might be the best way for her to do just that.
Not that it meant she wanted to marry him or anything, heaven forbid.
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