Meanwhile, in a room that was dark for basically no reason at all, a series of cloaked hooded figures sat with steepled fingers at their desks, reading the newest report.
"Well, that didn't last as long as it should have," one of them said. "Tsk, to think that old man would fuck up so badly."
"He almost had him," another insisted. "Another ten minutes, and Saotome would have been helping him raid the girl's locker room, and another hour after that would have been making suggestions to his new Master."
"Almost isn't good enough," said another. "I'm tired of nickel and diming this. While it's true that Ranma Saotome is gradually becoming more and more of a pervert as time passes, it's not nearly fast enough! He should have double the harem he already has by now, with sights set on doubling it again! Instead, he's showing restraint. He's holding back from his true potential, and the treasure he could amass... We need him under our thumb, pronto!"
But yet a fourth began to chuckle ominously. He sat up in his chair and shook his head.
"You're thinking about this all wrong," he said. "Attacking someone like Ranma Saotome head on is a fool's errand. No, you need to hit him sideways. In a way he would never see coming."
"Use one of the girls against him...?"
"No, idiot. That's too straightforward, and makes it even likelier he'll kick your ass," that fourth member said. "No, you don't use one of the girls against him. Instead... You use one of his rivals."
A general murmur of understanding fell about the room. That did make sense, after a fashion. When Ranma had seen some of his girls, a piece of his treasure, being corrupted by the beach spell, he had immediately set about trying to undo it, rather than enjoying it. On the other hand, if one of his rivals got involved...
"He might still try to save them if they got into trouble..."
"Trouble? Who said anything about trouble?" that fourth member chuckled again. "I'm not getting them in trouble. I'm going to help him get out of it! Here's the plan..."
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Ryoga Hibiki had lived a hard life. It's not easy when you have a direction sense that is the direct inverse of a homing pigeon. You try to go to the bathroom and wind up in another country. You get thirsty, and wind up stuck in a police station. He'd long since built up a habit of taking essentials with him wherever he went. Camping equipment, provisions, a change of clothes, the means to wash his clothes - and of late, a thermos just in case.
But these last few nights he'd say it was a hard life for a different reason. The dreams, they kept assailing him whenever he closed his eyes. Even a blink was enough. His vision would be filled with her. A cute face. A voluptuous figure. Large, heaving breasts. A slender waist. Wide hips. A squeezable ass. Skin that gleamed as though it had an aura about it. Clear blue eyes that pierced into his very soul. A cheeky smile upon her face, with lips that were eminently kissable, soft and sweet. An adorable little pigtail that bobbed along behind her head.
And a pussy that could make a stone beg for more.
He had to stop every now and then to lean against something and catch his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest. His body wanted nothing more than to hold that cute girl's body up against his, even as the words 'you're my treasure' echoed in his ears. Of late, he'd found it difficult to even think of Akane Tendo, his first true love, because whenever he tried all he remembered was -
Pussy. Shortstack pussy. Despite Ranma being a boy with a curse that turned him into a girl, it was basically impossible for Ryoga to see her that way anymore. His dick wanted to be in her again, and again, and again. It was getting to the point where he'd do anything - anything at all - if it meant a chance to touch her flesh, or taste it with his wicked tongue. Ah! He was weak! Being tempted like this, so easily!
It wasn't love. He was certain of that. It was lust. Overpowering lust. A carnal desire that could only be sated one way, and one way alone. No other woman would possibly do the job. Even in his new cursed form, he could already tell that much already. And so, Ryoga Hibiki was lost in a whole new way, unconnected to his physical location. Lost in the labyrinth of lust...
"Ah, pardon me young man," said a small voice next to him. "What are you doing here?"
"Wallowing in self pity," Ryoga said, then turned to see... a miner. Standing in front of a dimly lit wall. Only now did he truly take the chance to look around at where he'd wandered this time, and - "Are we underground?"
"In a mine, yes," the miner said. "And I'm afraid that the entrance has caved in."
Caved in?! The two of them were trapped here, then? Hrm. Alright then. Luckily, he knew just the technique to get them out of here. He turned towards a big pile of rubble that was, by odds, the most likely exit, raised his finger and yelled "Bakusai Tenk-"
"No, you idiot! Are you trying to bring this cave down around us?!" the miner moved quickly, putting himself in between Ryoga and the exit. "That kind of explosive burst will only make things worse for both of us!"
An apt metaphor for his situation. Trapped. Sealed in. With every possible avenue of escape only serving to make things worse and worse for him as he fell ever more into her alluring embrace. The wicked temptress that once was his rival, ensnaring his every waking thought and, for good measure, all his sleeping thoughts as well. Oh, how he ached to touch her again!
"Brute force won't get us out," the miner said. "Instead, we need to use a more... subtle technique." He pulled out a scroll and rolled it out on the floor. "Ah, could you hold the end of this down for me, please? I can't quite see it properly in this light, and I want to get this right?"
"Eh? Oh... Sure thing!" Ryoga said, putting his finger on the very edge of it, barely paying attention. How long would it take before rescue came...? Would he still be sane by the time he got out? Being kept trapped within a prison of rocks and rubble, at least he had provisions for -
"Alright, got it!" the miner said. Huh? Got what...? Ryoga's attention was drawn to a strange light that suddenly pushed out all the darkness in the cave, and then -
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"And there it is, now Ryoga Hibiki is freshly equipped with a new weapon in his arsenal. A modified shishi hokodon, which will have all manner of interesting effects from the very first time he uses it on her!"
The rest of the shadowy council began to laugh. Yes, indeed, that would surely do the job! It was one thing seeing someone he knew in trouble, or being corrupted. Saotome would move to save them in the blink of an eye, even if he didn't like them very much. On the other hand, if they were to challenge him to a martial arts contest, that was another matter entirely!
It was only a matter of time, now, before Ryoga Hibiki's pent up sexual attraction to the girl form of his arch enemy exploded on the battlefield... and changed both of them forever!
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