It might not seem like it sometimes, but Hinako Ninomiya was a professional. Oh, sure. Half the time she behaved as she appeared, an immature brat. The other half of the time, she behaved as she appeared, an immature woman. The differences between those were subtle, yet present - the brat demanded headpats, chocolate, being spoiled, got distracted easily. The woman demanded attention and obedience. Both forms tended to use their appearance to get what they wanted.
Still, she was professionally minded about things. She wouldn't take bribes for grades. There were limits to what she could do to or with students. Despite her immaturity she was a professional, here to do a job. Teach these students. Educate them. Punish the delinquents using her special power to drain and project energy.
This morning she'd drained Ranma and Akane, two students who tended to be trouble in one form or another after they finally - finally! - let their mutual attraction spill out. As one might expect from a pair who kept it dammed up for so long, the waters of passion were flowing freely. Yet allowing them to behave like that on school grounds, in public! Delinquents! She'd drained them, given them a lecture then sent them on their way.
And yet... it was now a few hours later. She hadn't needed to punish any further students by draining or blasting them. Normally she would eventually revert from her tall, leggy, busty womanly form to the cute hyperactive form of a girl. Normally it wouldn't take that long. If she wanted to stay in this form she'd need a new energy source, and yet -
Yet she had not reverted. She had remained as a woman without draining any further energy. Showing her true age, and being forced to act like it. Over the course of the class, she had become extremely aware of her exposed legs. This form fitting dress hugged her hips tightly, and left her exposed from thighs down. It was necessary. She had to wear clothes that would fit either form, and let me tell you those body types were different. Super different.
It was coming to the end of her second class of the day, and she still hadn't changed back yet. For some reason she'd been feeling progressively warmer, especially in her legs despite them being fully exposed. Deep breath. "Now, as you can see, English can seem like a very strange language, because it borrows words from many other langua- Oops!"
Also, she kept on fumbling her chalk today. Still, she felt a strange... pleasure in doing so. Deep breath. Once again, she bent down to pick it up, barely resisting the urge to bend only from the waist... but from the knees was fine as well. This short dress was super snug, after all, so when she dropped to her knees to scoop up the chalk she could feel it conform to the shape of her butt. Even if it was only for a fraction of a second, she was showing off to the class and -
And it felt great. It shouldn't feel great. She shouldn't be distracting them from the lesson. She was here to educate, not show off! Weirder still, when she did it there was a great rush of... something into her, something unspeakable. It was as if she'd held out a coin and drained the class dry.
Which is sort of what she had been doing without realising it. When she'd drained Ranma and Akane earlier on, she had inadvertently done something... strange to her body. Recall the time, within the manga, when she'd drained the resentment of students forced to bow and scrape to a statue of the Principal? When she had become a delinquent herself? The sheer level of horny energy she'd drained from Ranma and Akane this morning positively dwarfed that trifle. Her thoughts about them being an overflowing dam were fairly accurate, those two had been repressing their mutual attraction for a long, long time. Almost from the moment they'd run into each other in the bathroom and seen each other in the nude, there had been a spark of something there. A spark which turned into an inferno that could only manifest in reality by tsunning each other. Poking at each other, insulting each other, belittling the other's appearance or personality, or pointing out where they were stupid.
All the while trying desperately to repress and control the urge to push the other down and <i>do things</i> while running on automatic. The dam had filled to bursting a long time back, and yet it held all the same. When she'd drained them Hinako had drained the horny right into herself - and accidentally changed how her power worked.
Her body liked it. Unconsciously. So now she was passively draining horny energy from anyone that was horny towards her. Mmm, not just the guys. Even when the girls acknowledged mentally that she was sexy, she was taking a bit from them as well. That's why she was fumbling the chalk, because it was creating the only natural opportunity for her to be extra sexy and drain a bit more energy to top herself up. What else was she going to do? Flash them? Dance for them in the middle of class? Spank herself perhaps, or sit in a student's lap?
No. The perfectly normal act of bending over to pick something up was her only recourse. Not that she had consciously recognised any of this. Largely because, frankly? She didn't need to put any conscious effort into it otherwise. Draining horny energy, I mean. In case you haven't noticed? Hinako Ninomiya is stupid hot.
In any event the first break of the day came, and she almost felt relieved that class was over. She needed... something. An intangible, inscrutable... Something. There was an itch that needed scratched and she didn't know where it was.
Alright. There wasn't much doubt about it. She strode out into the corridor - and felt that same weird blissful feeling as she went. Her legs, her exposed, gorgeous legs making guys steal quick glances, or girls ponder at how they could get them like that, making her feel really good for going about with them exposed. Her breathing started to hitch. Too much. Too quickly. If you drink a lot of water too fast it can make you gasp for air, but you still need to drink water. It was getting to that point, her body was being greedy in sucking it all up. Like a wild beast that learned it can get food whenever it wants, it was tapping the lever with its metaphorical snout to gorge itself full, and -
The roof. She went up to the roof to catch a bit of fresh air. Ooh~ When her foot went on the first step she felt something. Ahhh~ By standing at this angle she was incidentally causing a little bit more of her leg to show off and - Mmm~ the feeling was getting better and better the higher she got, most likely because the extra height was letting horny students check her legs and ass out all the better, not that she recognised this, but -
She was getting horny. Almost building it up of her own accord now. The intoxicating feeling of arousal. It wasn't as if she'd never felt it before - but not to this degree! She'd felt it for Soun Tendo once upon a time, a simple crush and nothing more, but this...? This was something else, something new, something terrible!
Something wonderful.
She threw open the door to the roof and sucked in that air. Ah! Out here alone, she truly felt better already! The wind in her hair, the sun on her skin -
"Mm, yeah, dummy. Right there, you know you love my thick thighs."
"Yeah, sure do, gimme that tomboy booty."
And what did she find up here? Nothing less than Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo, taking off each other's clothes while petting quite heavily. Frustration bubbled up within her. The cheeky swine! She'd caught them at something like this on this very morning, and here they were at it again!
Although... actually looking at the pair of them now, she could sort of understand why. They were both very attractive. Physically very appealing. Cute faces. Fit bodies. It was a wonder they hadn't done something stupid already, and -
No, no! They had to be stopped, they must be punished for their behaviour! She lifted her coin directly, took aim and "Happo-go-Return!"
Oooof, it felt different this time! Hinako let out a mighty blast that screamed across the rooftop, colliding with the two of them... but it seemed to simply absorb itself into their bodies, the two of them letting out a throaty, deep moan... right before turning their attention to her.
"Huh?" she grunted, looking down at herself. "I'm still a woman...? But how?"
"Don't ask how, baby!" Akane Tendo said in a weirdly husky tone. Hrm? Wait a minute, she seemed somewhat... more mature than normal, didn't she? "Oooh, I like this!"
"New technique, teach?" Ranma asked, all but bursting out of his shirt. His biceps looked enormous compared to normal, as if they were tired of hiding how strong they truly were and just decided to let it all out. He flexed it, then winked at her, and for some reason Hinako felt uncommonly moist. "I like the results."
"W-Wait, something is wrong here," Hinako said. Her head felt strange. "This isn't how it's meant to work at all! W-We need to - We need to..."
Akane coughed into her hand, then resumed posing right there in front of her. Gods above but she was way too hot to be real! "Ranma honey, you have my permission to french our teacher - but only if I get to go next!"
Hinako's entire body froze up as Ranma descended upon her. She should try to move. Try to drain him some more. Instead, she let him get as close as he wanted, and when he leaned in close and whispered "I make a habit of not smooching someone that doesn't wanna be smooched. That's my second rule."
"Your first?" Hinako asked.
"Gotta make sure my main girl's cool with it," Ranma said, tipping up her chin. "So, teach? You game? You seem extra cute today."
Was she game? She shouldn't. She really, truly shouldn't. Ranma was her student. She was his teacher! The power imbalance made any such relationship extremely dubious, no matter how they handled it due to their inherent pre-existing relationship!
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