How readily would you believe that blue balls exist? Well, of course they don't strictly speaking. Still, a man going a while without some release is going to feel very pent up. Frustrated in a more physical than emotional sense, but let's get real that emotion is very much present too.
Well, girls can feel something similar. Obviously the biology is very different, but much of the overall effect is quite the same. As Akane Tendo was just now learning. Funny thing was that it didn't necessarily seem to extend to sex, not by any means, at least not in her case. Where men can get blue balls, Akane was - to coin a phrase- suffering from blue lips.
How this boy was not catching on to her wanting to kiss him made Akane wonder if he was somehow made of solid steel. Not in the sense that his delicious muscles are clearly hard as it, but rather any thought about a girl coming on to him didn’t break through a steel wall that was erected over his mind.
She'd tried everything she could think of. "Oh no, there's Kuno! Quick let's pretend to make out," had ended with him somehow getting duct tape on her lips prior to contact, though even that much had left her feeling lightheaded for about an hour.
Not that it had put her off from plan number 2: Tripping while carrying a book! She'd expected he'd catch her, leaving himself wide open to a big old smooch. But alas, he'd managed to right her using only one hand without even looking and had even managed to catch the book she'd been carrying!
Yeah, that little display of skill had made her seriously consider just jumping on him and getting it over with, but she felt like that might scare him off.
“Man when did you get so clumsy?” Ranma asked her. Apparently oblivious to her efforts. Ooh! Now it was personal! Before she'd been intending to kiss him out of a sense of deep, smouldering, all consuming lust. Now she wanted to tongue him to death to satisfy her pride! Also the lust. Actually, if anything it might be <i>worse</i> after those failures.
All of a sudden she felt a twinge of understanding for those dumbasses who tried to pick a fight with her every day. If she'd thought for a second that beating Ranma in a fight meant getting to date him, then she'd have run into that big meaty wall over and over and over again until she got her way through.
Anyway! Now that they were away from school and Kuno was nowhere in sight, it was time for Akane to try her grandest scheme yet! She was sure it would win out. If she'd judged Ranma's personality properly then there was no way it would fail!
"So I thought of a new martial art we could practise," Akane nonchalantly said. "But... I dunno if you're able to keep up with it. It's pretty intense."
"Huh?" the handsomest boy in the world said. "Listen, Miss Suddenly Clumsy, whatever weird martial arts you've come up with, I can keep up with it. Mark my words."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "It's pretty terrifying."
"Did I stutter?" Ranma replied. "Try me. Whatever it is you got, I'll master it in no time flat."
Hook. Line. Sinker. "It's called martial arts making out," she smirked. Triumph was inevitable. He couldn't exactly back out now, could he? After making a promise like that, making out was already predetermined. He'd come at her with such enthusiasm that angels would come down to sing about it! She smiled at him and closed her eyes, puckering her lips while waiting for her prize...
"Here you go!" Ranma said, and all of a sudden Akane was chewing on rice. She was pretty sure that a hot stud's lips did not have the taste or texture of rice with a little touch of sweet and sour sauce. Akane creaked an eye open and vowed that for so long as she lived any day where the first thing she saw on waking up was that smug grin that she wanted to both punch and smooch would have to be among the best days of her life. "Hah! That wasn't so bad!"
Akane twitched and growled like a wild animals. At which point Ranma popped more food into her mouth. "Martial arts take out is no problem at all, you really oversold it."
"N-Not martial arts takeout!" Akane yelled. "Martial arts makeout! You know, a k-k-kiss?"
Ranma tilted his head and after a moment pounded his fist into his palm. "Ah! I get you now!"
Alright, there we go. Remove all ambiguity, and that would take care of - where was he going? Akane worked her mouth and tried to ask what the hell that big handsome stud was up to, but somehow she felt like she might regret it.
Then out of nowhere she felt a finger tapping on her shoulder. Akane turned around, and there was an upside down black and white demon <i>right there</i> with its big long tongue sticking out, and yet at the same time that she was jumping from shock Akane wanted to sex that demon right back <i>so bad</i>.
"Ranma!" she yelled, slapping the taste right out of his mouth. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Woah, that's more like it!" Ranma said, sticking out his tongue. Guh! She could think of so many better things he could be doing with that than sticking it out like that! "Man, this Martial Arts KISS style is way more brutal than I was thinking! Pick your poison, I could always sing you some Cold Gin or Rock and Roll all Night."
Oh, she'd like to rock and roll him all - Dammit Ranma. Stop giving out these easy innuendos! Akane glowered at him with what she hoped was a smouldering, sexy look. But actually came across somewhat more like a serial killer's stare in the moments before they struck again.
"Not KISS, the legendary band mostly known in pop media for wearing distinctive freaky makeup and sticking out their tongues, but they've actually got a pretty decent back catalogue of music if you look into it. Not them!"
"Eh?" Ranma tilted his head. Ooh! Even that makeup didn't remotely diminish his fuckability. Was that a word? She'd make it one if she had to! Fuckability, adjective: The percentage amount of being Ranma Saotome a person possesses. "Then what did you mean?"
"I meant that I want you to kiss me, you idiot!"
"Eh? Kiss you?" Ranma asked. "Huh... Now I know you're making stuff up. How the heck is something like that a martial art? Oh hey, you got a little rice there."
Then he dabbed his finger right onto the edge of her mouth, picked off a piece of rice and ate it. H-Hold on a second. Wasn't that - The infamous indirect k-k-kiss?!
"You girls come up with the weirdest martial arts styles," Ranma sighed and shrugged. Totally oblivious to the meaning behind Akane's words. "You should only kiss the boy you like. Uh... By the way, what's with that smile all of a sudden? You're smiling like you just won the grand prize."
"Oh, this?" Akane patted her cheeks. "It's -it's nothing! Really! Let's get home and start some real training!"
Ah! It was a small victory, but it felt so grand. Maybe they didn't actually kiss or anything like that, but Akane felt truly content with something indirect. In fact, she felt as though she was walking on air! Now, in the meantime! The girls had made it very, very clear that the best thing for her to do was to find a common interest with Ranma and then spend as much time as possible with him to cement their relationship.
Which to her mind meant only one thing: Time to train!
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Nabiki Tendo was just, so happy. Not in her usual sardonic way. This was genuine actual bliss. For once in her life she was truly content. And of all people to make her feel that way, it had to be the idiot sitting in front of her.
"So let me get this clear," Nabiki said to her usual biggest client, Tatewaki Kuno. "You have shifted your attention entirely away from my sister and towards the cute pigtailed girl that showed up at school today."
"Indeed, Nabiki Tendo!" Kuno said with great enthusiasm and general hot bloodedness. So she continued.
"And you're aware that this girl is Ranma Saotome?" she asked. Kuno nodded, so she went on. "That Ranma Saotome is a boy. Who is engaged to my little sister. Who is only, strictly speaking, gay when his curse turns him into her. In the sense that 'she' is a 'girl' who likes 'other girls'."
"The boundaries of true love know no gender."
Bliss. This was paradise on earth. The possibilities opened up ahead of her like the gates of heaven. She leaned back in her seat, unable to keep the big smile off her face. She must look like a goof, but who could care?
"I fail to find any humour in this, Nabiki Tendo!"
Clowns rarely find the humour in their own act. "So, to be clear on this: You would not mind spending time with Ranma as a man?"
"Ah, what a wonderful time we would spend together," Kuno sighed. "As only men can. Whether he is a girl or a boy, it matters not, for his understanding of a man's needs will not diminish either way."
Nabiki strangled the laugh trying to escape her throat. She would murder anything that tried to interrupt this wonderful moment.
"So... You would do things like, say, give him a deep shoulder rub. Both of your shirts off, chests glistening with sweat as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear?"
"A truly blissful afternoon," Kuno sighed, staring off at the distance at some sight only he could behold.
"Then you rub oil on your hands and spread it over each other's buff manly chests," Nabiki continued. "And then, just as you're finished his head turns and accidentally catches your lips. You both stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, then resume where you left off. This time deliberately."
Kuno blushed and shuffled in his seat, but for once he didn't say anything.
Yes. Absolutely. Absolutely yes. Nabiki nodded along with this idea. Oooh, yes. Now, let's try to understand her thinking a little bit. She could see that Ranma was a hunk. She could see the same of Kuno. Trick was, they were both a bit too... What was the polite way to put this? They were too stupid for her taste. She wanted rich, she wanted handsome, but she also wanted smart.
However! There was nothing wrong with a touch of yaoi in her life. For this reason and the many, many erotic images that flew by Nabiki's mind she felt the compulsion irresistible. All about the good ship Ranma/Kuno!
"Well, if you're genuinely interested in getting to know my would be brother in law better... I think we can arrange something," Nabiki said. "After all, a touch of manly bonding is always quite healthy."
- Akane tries to seduce Ranma while sparring with him.
- Nabiki starts work on her new project.
- Cue the appearance of Ryoga Hibiki
- Genma notices Akane’s attraction to Ranma, how will he <s>help</s> make things worse?
- Something else
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