At once, the room was filled with a brand new sense of energy. The girls that had gathered to train, and learn of the Tendo style of anti-perversion martial arts had gained a sense of excitement and wonder at the cunning display put on for them by Ranma and Akane. Utilising their own sex appeal to distract and flummox perverts before delivering the final blow? It was genius! It was somehow logical!
It was also quite perverted. Not that anyone in the room seemed to notice. In point of fact, whenever a girl was on the verge of putting one and one together, Ranma unconsciously flexed a random muscle and made that girl's brain go on a quick journey to other locations.
"Alright girls, listen up!" Akane clapped to make sure they were all paying attention. "As we've established, the very finest weapon you can use against a pervert is the very thing they're after: You're own fine, fine fit and healthy bodies." She spanked herself for emphasis and shuddered. "It makes them lose focus. It makes them stupid. And when a pervert is stupid, that's when you can really hit them where it hurts."
"Well, it makes them stupider than usual," Ranma added. Akane tapped the side of her nose and went on without any other acknowledgment. The girls giggled a bit, though. They were completely taken by this handsome, muscular and charming martial artist.
"To start with, here are two poses designed to maximise your sex appeal," Akane said. “The first is what I like to call “Catching the Breeze” and is for when you have a skirt or dress on.”
Akane started by smoothing her hands down her sides and then patting her thighs to draw attention to her, if you ask Ranma; amazing, legs. Then, she gently pulled them apart a little at a time, spacing them out quite deliberately before gently folding her hands in front of her waist.
"At these proportions, the distance between my legs would - if I were wearing a skirt or a dress - naturally make any pervert extremely aware of the possibility of an effective skirt flip," Akane said. She emphasised this by wiggling her tush a little, an act that got Ranma to lick his lips like he'd just sniffed a roast dinner. "Any uncautious pervert will immediately make the attempt, making themselves easy prey for your counter, and the cautious ones will still make themselves a lot more obvious when you use this stance."
To demonstrate this point Ranma crept forward, his tongue hanging out of his mouth in what was, in fact, only an exaggerated performance of what he was really thinking of at that moment. He crept forward with his hands mimicking a pinching crab. Both hands shot out for their intended target: Delectable tomboy ass. Neither reached, as Akane whipped around to seize hold of his right wrist, pulling his arm out to the side before whipping up her leg to rest gently on the back of his head.
Ooh, that thigh! So warm and powerful. Mmf! If they weren’t teaching these cute girls how fight perverts he’d be giving this thigh a taste. There was only one thing he'd love more than resting his head in between the tomboy's juicy, muscular thighs right now. Having them around his waist instead! Goodness but he was horny. Not the same way that a pervert was horny, of course. Because he wasn't a pervert. And neither was Akane.
Now, let's get back to training these girls into knowing how to flaunt their goodies.
"The second pose, I call 'Eyes are up here'." Akane said. The girls nodded in immediate understanding. Oh yes, they knew already where this was going. "Now, you might think that thrusting out your chest is the best way to draw attention to these." At this point, Akane hefted her hands underneath her absolutely not at all flat bosom and gave the girls a nice lift and part.
"Nah, I'd say that's the second best way," Ranma observed with a cocky grin. Oh yeah, he knew where she was going with this. The tomboy loved using this pose on him when he'd mocked her chest size as a very effective counter-argument. She hadn't quite twigged yet that he made the argument in the first place because it got her to do this for him.
Or at least he thought that she hadn't worked it out. In truth, Akane had always known what her man was after, and was more than happy to give it to him. Of course, she'd never tell him. Far more fun this way. Though, to us it does rather explain why she blew him a kiss before adjusting her stance.
This time her legs were much closer together. They'd rather have to be, as Akane shifted her body's centre of mass so that it was tilted forward very, very slightly and yet also very, very noticeably. Her arms didn't actually go anywhere near her breasts or her chest either. Instead, she clasped her hands behind her back, which managed to somehow give an even greater emphasis on her bust than one might expect.
Ranma felt spoiled, really. Now he was torn between worshipping her thighs or motorboating that chest. Ah, well! It was probably best if he went for whatever his instincts told him was best. Either way, he was pretty sure that his dick was going inside Akane the second they were alone long enough. His blue balls were pretty insistent that this be sooner rather than later.
In any event, it was time for him to demonstrate the terror of this pose. He went in for the full on grope from the front this time. Akane's hands shot out from behind her back like a pair of snapped rubber bands, seizing hold of his wrists and - Ooh, she went for the triangle choke! Akane had fallen back to the ground and wrapped her legs around his head, while pulling on his arm to keep him from pulling out.
Of course, Ranma knew that he could escape this hold any time he wanted but then again, why would he want to? This was par-a-dise! It was actually more painful to his genitals not being allowed to use them on her than the choke was itself, and on that basis he decided it would be better to tap out so he could tap that later on.
"Alright girls, now you give it a try!" Akane suggested, neatly rolling out of the technique and back onto her feet. "Pick a pose and practise!" she instructed, quickly moving between the two of them to remind them of what they were going for.
Now, Ranma could watch her posing like that all day. In fact, he'd love to spend a whole day doing exactly that, if they could find the time. First thing though, he looked around the room and... Wasn't especially impressed. The girls were, at best, extremely awkward in their posture. The angles and distances being utilised were very far off from what they were supposed to be doing and, well, they just plain didn't look right.
Oh dear oh dear. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone was a martial arts genius like the two of them. But especially him. The two of them (but especially Ranma) could easily copy a technique after seeing it only once, so a pose like that wouldn't be any sort of problem at all (especially not for Ranma).
"Excuse me," Akane sweetly said. "You, there. Um, sorry I don't know your name, but could you please come here?"
"Uh... Mi-Mikoto?" a busty, yet shy girl said. She inched forward towards Akane, until the tomboy seemed to get bored and grabbed hold of the girl's hand to pull her into the middle of the room. "Eek!"
"It's alright," Akane said. "I'm just going to use you." she stopped to lick her lips while openly staring at that, frankly, amazing rack before continuing. "As a demonstration. I'll get you posing sexily in no time flat!"
"Oh, I'm not sure about this..." Mikoto sighed, seeming oblivious to Akane taking hold of her hands and clasping them behind her back. "I'm a little shy, you see. That's why I joined this class." And Akane went on, walking around Mikoto and gently nudging, poking the girl's body until she shifted into the pose. "I was kind of sick of being leered at, and didn't want to get... Ooh, this feels kind of nice."
"Ranma, I need a man's opinion over here," Akane called. "Unfortunately, you're the closest we've got so you'll have to make do. Rate that hotness for us, will you?"
On passing by, Ranma glowered at Akane and made a point of goosing her while he walked past. He’d get her for that later, she’d be screaming about how much a man he is if he had anything to say about it. Of course, he hadn't quite realised that this was Akane's way of doing the same thing he did when he insulted her bust size. Girl gotta get that deep, deep dicking somehow, right?
Anyway, that wasn't the hot body he was supposed to be focusing on right now. Ranma stood in front of Mikoto and took in her measure. Everyone else around was watching with bated breath, but Ranma could see something odd in Mikoto's eyes: Heavy, laboured breathing. Her thighs were rubbing together slightly. Yup, Akane had released a lot of tension in her body.
"How do you feel?" Ranma asked.
"P-pretty good," Mikoto smiled. "P-Please look at me some more."
Okay, if she insisted. Ranma mulled it over. He always rated his girl form as a 10, Akane as a 9.9... "I'd say this is an 8 out of 10," Ranma decided. If she had a touch more confidence, he'd definitely be tapping that. "I'd say a pervert would definitely drop their guard around you."
"Alright, then this is how we're going to proceed!" Akane announced. "Ranma and I will help you all get a feeling for the poses just like Mikoto here."
"Hey now, Akane!" Ranma interrupted. "Silly tomboy, you really want me putting my hands on all these girls?"
"We don't mind!" a random girl interjected, putting up her hand. "It's pretty obvious you're not, you know, a pervert or anything."
"It doesn't hurt that he's super cute..." another whispered, but just loud enough that Ranma could hear it clearly.
“I wouldn't mind those arms getting a grip on me..” Another whispered, again whispering just loud enough for Ranma to hear. Heh. These girls obviously have good taste!
"You girls obviously have bad taste," Akane shrugged. Oh. Oh, but the screams you would be making later would be things of legend. There will be women in Europe and America who will blush with jealousy at the sound of your pleasure. "Nothing else for it, I suppose. Come on Ranma, let's help these girls unlock their sex appeal so they can more easily resist perverts!"
Ranma cracked his knuckles and waggled his fingers. Alright then. Here, pressure points! Ranma's got some fingers for you...
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It was rather rare to see an expression other than cool detachment or annoyance on Nabiki Tendo's pretty face. She was usually quite above it all. Not so much today. Today, she was wandering through the corridors with a look of sheer, total confusion that left everyone she passed leaving her an even more wide berth than if she'd been pissed off. And believe me, the berths given when she was pissed off doubled as borders between nations.
Yet confused is what she was feeling right now. All because of one idiot. Tatewaki Kuno had been harassing her since she started to attend this school. She was used to him being an idiot. She was used to him being a doofus. She was used to him doing inexplicable things to try and win her attention, to woo her and to date her.
What she hadn't expected was for him to become an erudite, intelligent, reasonable, handsome and genuinely charming martial artist with whom she shared numerous interests.
It was like a switch had been flipped. One minute, the thought of his presence made her skin crawl. The next, she was actually getting a little stressed out worrying over what she should wear for their date on Saturday. Should she go cute, go cool or dress to impress? Where was he going to take her? What would they wind up doing? Would he try and kiss her? Would she let him? Would things go <i>further!?</i> Did she want them to? Was there going to be a second date?
The troubling part was that she kind of knew the answer to some of the last few questions there, and she was kind of hoping for the 'damned skippy' box to be the one that was checked.
On that basis the best thing for her to do right now was get back to her class and work out some stress. She couldn't even remember why she'd left it in the first place. It was the ideal way to make perfect sense of her -
"Alright girls, I want to see you working those asses! And swish, and sway, and strut, and flaunt!"
On the other hand she could walk in on the entire class, without their trousers on, standing in a line and walking across the room like a parade of strippers. This being the class she was training on anti-perverted martial arts.
"What's going on in here?" Nabiki asked, not really wanting the answer. More like she wanted to wake up, actually. That would be nice. Really nice right about now come to it.
"Oh this?" Ranma asked. He didn't have trousers on either for some reason. "We're training the girls in how to weaponize their sex appeal."
"It'll make the perverts drop their guard, making them easier targets!" Akane said, also trouserless. And... was that a thong she was wearing?
"Why are you without your trousers?" Nabiki asked, her head feeling a little light all of a sudden.
"Well, didn't want to make the girls uncomfortable, what with them being the only ones to strip off."
Right. Okay then. Nabiki took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then immediately set about taking off her own dogi trousers and lining up with the rest of the girls. After all, if the world was going crazy then it would be better to join them if you couldn't beat them.
“Nice panties.” Ranma said, “I think a pervert would really want to go for those.”
You know what, that might be the most logical thing she'd heard or thought in the last ten minutes.
- Training continues, unleashing Nabiki's inner pervert
- Let's skip ahead to Nabiki's date with Kuno
- Ranma and Akane find some alone time to work off some steam.
- Kasumi’s having her own problems right about now.
- Ryoga gets taken home.
- Something else
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