Home again, and Nabiki Tendo was enjoying herself quite a bit. So, it seems that Shampoo will be sticking around a bit longer? That is quite fun. The girl was providing endless free entertainment. Then again, the same could be said of her soon-to-be brother-in-law as well.
Or should that be sister-in-law? Heh. The way things were looking, Ranma wasn't going to be getting that curse cured for a while. If ever. For the best, really. Ranma's girl form was way too adorable to be unmade just like that.
Now, don't misunderstand her: Nabiki's not into girl form Ranma. Nor is she into boy-form Ranma. Sure enough, she could tell he was also cute as a button. A real rough type with a soft heart. Strong muscles, weak mind. Not her type really. No, no, what she was into was the profit margin.
Already she'd made bank sneaking photos of girl form Ranma out and about, being all defenselessly tomboyish. No apparent awareness of her own femininity. Actually, Nabiki had noticed that Ranma's body language shifted a bit when in girl form. A side effect of the shift in center of gravity, or perhaps the brain was also adjusting in some way? Quite fascinating. There were most likely researchers across the world who would pay top yen for a chance to study Ranma....
There was a tap at the window interrupting her thoughts. Huh? Nabiki went there, opened the curtains and found herself looking at Shampoo, hanging upside down outside the window. The girl waved to her, and Nabiki tilted her head. She reached out for the latch, hesitating for a moment, wondering what it was that Shampoo might want.
Curiosity got the best of her. She opened it up - and then immediately Shampoo pushed into the middle of Nabiki's forehead. Her entire body went numb all at once. Panic overtook her, now. Normally when dealing with martial artists, Nabiki relied on not being a valid target. Or the protection of others. But if Shampoo was being so forward, in her very own room, what did that mean for her intentions?
Shampoo caught her with one arm, bracing her and slipping gracefully inside Nabiki's room. Then, she propped Nabiki on her bed, closed the window, locked the door, and turned her attention towards Nabiki with a truly evil grin. Trust her on this, Nabiki knows what an evil grin looks like.
"You probably wondering what Shampoo is doing here," she said, while taking off her clothes. "Is fine. Is simple really. Shampoo brainwashing sisters into having dirty thoughts about Shampoo."
Nabiki had to reiterate in her own mind just now that she was not into girls. Though if she was, then hot damn was Shampoo cute as a button. A point made more and more clear the less clothing she had on her!
"Can spend hours all day with Kasumi," Shampoo continued. "Can take time. Not as much time with airen or violent girl. They is priority - but no can say no to you either!"
If Nabiki could gulp, or do much of anything except shallow breathing, blinking, and lying there, she would. Kick, scream, thrash, threaten, but all she could do was lay there and watch as Shampoo reached into her cleavage and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Half empty, Nabiki noted.
"So Shampoo be quite a bit quicker with you," she said. "No can spend as much time. Want to spend night, flirt with airen, and violent girl. Make start on you, see result afterwards. Then adjust based on how you react."
If this girl thought for one moment she could brainwash Nabiki, then she had another thing coming! Nabiki grunted in annoyance as Shampoo tucked aside the bottle of lotion, licked her lips, leaned down to kiss her, and then -
Pulled her dress on again in the blink of an eye, before tapping Nabiki right on the forehead.
.... Huh? Nabiki shook her head. On her bed...? Wasn't she by her window a moment ago?
"Shampoo is so happy Nabiki agree to massage," Shampoo chirped happily right there in front of her. "Is obvious, yes? You hide it well, but Shampoo can tell. You is stressed!"
Indeed, for some reason Nabiki did feel kind of wound up all of a sudden. All the same, she wasn't too sure about this.
"And what do you get out of it?" Nabiki asked, and right after that, Shampoo kissed her on the mouth.
"I get you on track to be brainwashed fucktoy," Shampoo said. And then kissed Nabiki on the mouth for the first time. "Shampoo just want to make up to too nice family for put up Shampoo while she make up to air-Ranma."
Really now? And she was offering free massages for the privilege? Hrmph. Alright then. Nabiki didn't see the harm in it.
"Alright," she said. But she was mindful of pressure points in the back. She'd seen Tofu at work before. Nabiki was no fool. "How about a footrub to start with?"
That would test her resolve. Was she serious about doing this? Would she actually play ball? Or, as Nabiki suspected, was it some shallow attempt to curry favour for a longer game? A martial artist, a pretty girl no less, rubbing another girl's feet for no pay, no compensation? How embarrassing for a warrior girl like her.
Nabiki leaned back on her bed, put one leg over the other and let it dangle there. Go on. Get on with it. Let's see how serious you are about this. Ah, but to her surprise... Shampoo did get on her knees, took up Nabiki's foot, and -
Oh good gracious! She was quite good at this! Nabiki's facial expression went from stern and superior to cross-eyed in the blink of an eye. Shampoo, for her part, was giggling quite a bit.
"By time Shampoo is done with you, Nabiki will lick my feet," she said, while suddenly cradling Nabiki's foot into her cleavage. "She beg for it like dirty slut."
Then she pulled it out from her chest, and smiled serenely up at her as if nothing had happened - which, as far as Nabiki was concerned, nothing had. "How is footrub? To liking, yes?"
"Yes, it is!" Nabiki said. "I'll need to take you up on this -"
"Every day," Shampoo interrupted, once again cradling Nabiki's foot right into her soft, tender cleavage. Or rather, from Nabiki's point of view, for the very first time. "Every day, Shampoo give rubdown. Make Nabiki nearly cum, but leave on edge. Soon you have sex fantasies about Shampoo all the time."
"h-Huh?" Nabiki grunted. "What did you just - "
Before she could react, Shampoo pulled her top down and began to squeeze her ankles in between them, then drew back and tucked the girls away before resuming on the feet. Then, after around five seconds, she pulled them out (again) for the first time, and squeezed them around her calves, drawing and dragging them and her hands up a bit further along Nabiki's leg.
She repeated this process over and over. Going up Nabiki's legs a little bit more each time. Not much, just a bit, she'd pull out her breasts, squeeze them around Nabiki's leg using her upper arm, while her hands brushed up further still. Then pull them back down, as if Nabiki's leg was a stubborn bottle of ketchup, and she was doing her best to squeeze out the dregs.
Each time it happened, Nabiki was too shocked to do or say anything about it. The grip on her legs was too strong to pull away, so she couldn't even stop it if she tried. So up and up, and up she went, until her breasts were wrapped around Nabiki's thighs, and then back down, making Nabiki feel... weird. Before suddenly she popped away.
"All done with this foot," Shampoo chirped happily. "Now Shampoo do this one~"
But before she did that, Shampoo tackled Nabiki to the bed, kissing her fully on the mouth while her fingers slipped between Nabiki's shorts. Gentle teasing. No penetration. But even so, to her surprise, Nabiki felt her hips buck, and -
And Shampoo was putting lotion on her hands while Nabiki felt... weird. She had to admit, the girl gave good footrubs. Her head felt heady. For a moment she wondered if Shampoo was doing something weird with pressure points, but -
Her thinking ceased when Shampoo started to repeat the process, using her breasts to rub up and down Nabiki's other leg this time. Her breathing was quickly growing shallow. She felt flustered and distracted.
"All done!" Shampoo chirped. "Kasumi probably call for dinner soon! Shampoo go help, and then after, take Akane to training hall and sit on face. Maybe sneak into bath with airen and suck his dick~"
"Okay..." Nabiki replied, feeling truly bewildered. That was... a hell of a footrub.
But then, right after Shampoo left the room, she came back in with her tits out, pushed Nabiki back onto the bed and fingered her to an inch of an orgasm - then pulled away and strutted out of the room while spanking her hot ass on each successive step.
"Oooh~" Nabiki grunted, as the memory faded. "That girl... definitely got to get her to give me a shoulder rub tomorrow."
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