[Writer's note: This one is still a bit light on the lemon side, though it
is more lemony than the last chapter. And a lot more fanservice within as
well. Part B should be out in a few days. It just needs one more prereader
feedback and to be revised one more time.]

Prologue


Bright morning sunlight streamed through the unadorned window and pried
Ranma's eyes open. Reluctantly, he gave in to the sun's wake up call. He
raised his head off his pillow and unleashed a mighty yawn, making a face at
the funny taste in his mouth. He scratched his crotch as he waited to fully
come around. As he took care of the itch, he noticed a bad case of morning
wood was upon him. He'd have to do something about it.

As his mind started to catch up with the rest of his body, his attitude
shifted from reluctant riser to optimistic seeker of a prosperous future.
Things were good. He was living with three attractive girls. He had a roof
over his head. And he was an all-around great guy. The signs indicated
things would get even better with a little luck and patience. He had a lot
to look forward to.

Noticing the blanket-covered lump of his father still sleeping, and snoring,
soundly, Ranma decided to not harass the man and rose quietly. He dressed in
his favorite red shirt and black pants and exited the room, careful not to
make a sound. Once out in the hall he moved more easily, a hop to his step.
This was the start of a brand new morning, and even if he didn't score with
the Tendou girls today, he would make major inroads at the least. Good
things took time, and all of the girls were definitely hot enough that it
was worthwhile to take some time winning them over.

His original thought of heading to the dojo for his morning warm up before
the inevitable workout with his father crashed and derailed when he came
across Akane. She was just exiting the lavatory, dressed in a bathrobe, the
top of which was tied loosely. The front was open enough to allow him to see
a significant portion of the valley between her breasts. At first she failed
to see him, eyes closed as she dried her hair with a towel, but she looked
up just in time to keep from bumping into his stationary form.

"Don't stand in the middle of the hall," Akane reproached, either unaware or
unconcerned that his eyes were riveted to the area of her flesh that was
showing. She side-stepped him, adding, "Don't forget, we have school today.
Me and Nabiki will show you around. Try not to take too long to get ready."
She continued on without a backwards glance, leaving him to stare after her
as she headed around the corner and upstairs to her room.

Going to school with Akane and Nabiki? Right. His father had mentioned
school, but not that it would be the same one as the girls. That would be
good. Schoolwork would give him some common ground to work with them, as
well as giving him the opportunity to meet other girls. It was a situation
rife with opportunity, and he vowed to himself that this time it was going
to work out. He could feel it in his bones, as well as his boner, which had
still refused to go down despite Ranma's being awake for a while. Though
seeing Akane's robe so open had only encouraged him to maintain his aroused
state.

Rather than risk being late, Ranma decided to skip the morning workout and
go directly to the bath, and while cleaning up, he would also take care of
the throbbing going on between his legs. It was his first day of school, and
walking around with a perpetual hard-on might make meeting people a bit
awkward. It was difficult starting a decent discussion with a girl when his
thoughts were continuously wandering to what they would look like outside
their clothes. Ranma wasn't na�ve enough to believe he would be getting any
action the first day he met a chick. He had to make a better first
impression than that of 'Peeper' like he had with the Tendou girls.
Relieving his 'tension' would enable him to talk with a clear mind, not make
him feel any unnecessary pressure, and make walking considerably easier.

And besides, whacking off just felt darn good.

His hand was on the door knob of the bathroom when a voice behind him
seductively purred, "Ranma-kun."

Unused to hearing his name uttered in such a manner, Ranma turned, and his
cock nearly doubled in hardness.

Nabiki was leaning against the wall, striking a pose that would have had any
man drooling over her. Like her sister, she wore only a bathrobe. Unlike
Akane, who had shown only a bit of her top, Nabiki's robe was just barely
belted at the middle. A huge 'V' of flesh was visible, stopping just short
of her loins. It was so wide towards the top that Ranma swore he was just
able to make out a faint hint of coloring right about where her nipples
would be.

Nabiki's bottom half was in an equally loose state. One shapely leg was
thrust forward, poking out far from the robe, which was short around the
bottom to begin with. The limb was thrust so far forward that what lay
between her legs was shrouded in darkness by only the slimmest of margins.

Struck stupefied by the sight, Ranma remained motionless as Nabiki came out
of her pose and approached him, very much matching the appearance of a
tigress sizing up a lamed gazelle as its next meal. She sidled up to Ranma,
brushing against him as she said, "Good morning. I see you're up bright and
early." Just as she emphasized the 'up,' her hand brushed across his crotch,
causing him to nearly shoot his wad then and there.

Nabiki ran her hand along his arm, caressing the material of his shirt until
she came upon the hand that was gripping the doorknob. She rested it on top
of his for a moment, fingertips dancing across his flesh and sending a
tingling that touched every portion of his body.

The situation was becoming too much for Ranma. This was a complete
turnaround from her attitude yesterday. What could it mean? Had she slept on
the fianc� matter and decided he was the one for her? Had his manliness
overwhelmed her senses and driven her into a lust that could only be
satisfied by the two of them grinding their body against one another in
passionate sex? Or was he misreading something, and this was only a friendly
(very friendly) gesture she used with anyone staying at the house?

Nabiki went from merely playing with his hand, to lifting it up and holding
it in her own. That sealed it as far as Ranma was concerned. It was obvious
she wanted him in the worst way possible. And who was he to deny such an
attractive woman her heart's desire? No, he could never resist helping a
woman in her moment of need. He would take whatever steps were necessary to
give her what she obviously needed.

Ranma was about to say as much when Nabiki released his hand, opened the
door to the bath, and stepped inside. She smiled, waved at him, and then
closed it behind her.

Ranma stared at the piece of wood in confusion. That hadn't quite gone the
way he had expected. In fact, it hadn't gone the way he wanted to at all. It
took a moment for her to be out of sight, and once his hormones had calmed
down, for Ranma to understand what had happened.

"Argh! That tease!" Ranma rammed his head into the door. Really, she could
have asked to use the bathroom first, or flashed him a little tit. Either
one would have been enough for him to allow her to use it first. But instead
she had simply outmaneuvered him by showing a little flesh and implying he
was going to get more than just a look. He was tempted to barge in on her
and take a little look at what she had misled him with.

Now that he thought about it, that idea had merit. Not the barging in, of
course, but catching a look at her body. She was a potential fiancee, and he
had already seen bits of Akane and Kasumi. It was only fair he got an
accurate idea of what Nabiki had to offer, especially since she had teased
him with the implication he could look at it once already.

Besides, having her outmaneuver him like that made him feel like he had lost
a fight. And he absolutely hated that feeling.

Course decided, Ranma went to his room to grab a coil of rope from his bag.
He then headed upstairs and went out one of the windows on the upper floor,
easily leaping up to the roof. The morning air was a touch on the warm side,
promising an unusually hot day for this time of Spring. He enjoyed the
weather as he walked across the slate tiles until he was directly above
where the window to the bath was. He uncoiled the rope, secured it around a
television antenna sticking out of the roof, measured out the appropriate
amount, then looped the excess around his waist before tying it off in a
knot. Eager to embark on his course, he didn't bother to double check his
tie as he skillfully lowered himself over the side of the roof, traveling
down the outside of the building until he was directly above the window.

Giving a quiet snicker at the idea of outmaneuvering Nabiki, but getting
what was tacitly implied by her in the corridor, Ranma positioned himself so
that he could peek from the top of the window just enough to see everything
inside the bath while keeping the absolute minimum of his head showing. It
was a difficult balance to maintain, but he was a highly trained martial
artist. He could do just about anything.

Ranma paused a moment to make sure he wasn't going over 'the line', as his
father put it. Admiring women was one thing, but one had to be careful not
to go too far by molesting or mortally offending a girl. Peeping was
strictly non-touch, and growing up, his mother had encouraged him to peep on
girls when he felt like doing so. She told him it was a sure sign of
manliness to express interest in a woman's body, and all women liked it when
someone showed an interest in their bodies. It was healthy and normal, or so
she had told him. It was actually something of a shock for Ranma to discover
that viewpoint was not held by the majority of society, as evidenced by the
number of times he was caught peeping and ended up slapped, kicked, and
maced. However, his early indoctrination held firm despite the abuses he
suffered. Getting an occasional peep wasn't really all that wrong in his
opinion. Especially when the girl got something out of it too, like Nabiki
had in tempting him with her body solely to sneak into the bath ahead of
him. She owed him one, and he intended to collect right now.

Conscience laid to rest, Ranma poked his head below the window frame and
took a look inside.

Ranma had an ideal view of the bathroom. He watched as Nabiki, already well
into cleaning herself, stood up from a stool and poured water over herself,
washing away the soapy bubbles that clung to her recently scrubbed body.
Ranma's "Ooo" was drowned out by the water as it struck the tiles of the
floor.

Ranma was sorely impressed by the sight. Nabiki was certainly well formed
and adequately developed for a girl of seventeen. Her breasts, while not as
generous as Kasumi's or as firm as Akane's, were right in-between, a
delectable sight if ever there was. Her bottom was neither voluptuous nor
small, very proportional. It wasn't quite as cute as Akane's, but no way
would he complain about touching it either. Her body was in good shape as
well --not Akane's martial arts kind of fitness-- but a healthy one with no
noticeable fat, indicating she worked out enough to stay in shape.

But the most riveting feature to Ranma's eyes was her pussy; it was shaven
completely bare, something of a rarity from his experiences in the women's
baths he had infiltrated in his cursed form. From his position, he could see
that bare slit looking at him, and there was nothing more he wanted to do
that to feel it for himself. He wanted to know how the bare skin would feel
beneath his fingers.

Ranma was forced to shift a bit as his hard-on stiffened to as rock-hard a
state as possible. Any motion was only serving to rub the material of his
boxers across the head of his manhood, exciting him further. He was starting
to become incredibly uncomfortable.

Making certain the last of the suds were washed away from her body, Nabiki
walked over to the filled tub. She lifted up one of her shapely legs and
tested the water with her toe. Satisfied with the probe, she stepped inside,
eventually laying back draping her arms over the side, leaving her breasts
poking above the waterline as she relaxed in the tub.

The new position placed Ranma in two minds. On the upside, Nabiki was
nearer, and he had a much better view of her body with her close proximity.
On the downside, her bottom was now underwater, and he lost his chance to
stare at her nether regions. The water was moving too much to get anything
other than the most general of details.

Ranma was trying to look past the distortion created by the water when
Nabiki's hands went to her breasts. She began fondling them, rubbing gently
and paying close attention to her nipples. She drew circular motions with
her fingers around the nipples, moaning softly as they hardened with each
revolution until the tips pointed forward in their aroused state.

Ranma eyes widened to twice their original size. This was something he had
never actually seen a woman engage in before, outside of a few hentai tapes
he had managed to watch. But seeing it on a television screen was one thing;
watching it actually happen before his eyes was quite another. It was far
more sensual seeing it for real, and Nabiki's body could easily compare with
most of the actresses he had seen. And all without that cheesy porn music
playing in the background.

One of Nabiki's hands left her breast and disappeared underwater. Almost
instantly her low moaning increased, and one of her legs bent enough that it
broke the surface of the tub. Her eyes were closed as she began murmuring
softly.

Unconsciously, Ranma started whimpering softly at not being able to see what
was going on beneath the surface. Even the playing with her breasts wasn't
enough to keep him from trying to stare through the moving waters to what
was happening below. "Come on out," Ranma whispered to himself.

Almost as if she had heard his plea, Nabiki did indeed rise out of the tub
and sat on the edge as water dripped from her body. There was just enough of
ledge for her to lie on her back, her legs dangling into the water. Her
fingertips were at her lower lips, and once she was situated, began plunging
inside her lower regions. With no hair to obscure his vision, Ranma could
see everything as the soft folds of flesh parted, showing a bit of pink as
two fingers began working their way inside.

That was all Ranma could take. Balancing himself with one hand, he lowered
the zipper on his pants and worked his hand through the opening in his
boxers and removed his cock. His free hand began stroking his shaft in
conjunction with Nabiki's own manual manipulations.

As Nabiki's thumb began playing over the top of her pussy, fingers still
plunging in and out, she removed one hand and began playing with her breast.
She moaned out loud, almost pleading as she said, "Oh yes, Ranma. That's it.
Work it in."

Ranma's eyes nearly fell out of his head and his mouth was agape. Even his
hand stopped working up and down his shaft. She was fantasizing about him?
It was too good to be true. His first impulse was to shatter the window and
leap on top of her, giving her what she obviously wanted from him. But then
his mind, mostly dormant for the majority of the morning, asserted control
over his  hormones. Just because a girl fantasized about a guy did not mean
she would appreciate him barging in on what was meant to be a private
matter. Knowledge that he was peeping on her when she was 'vulnerable',
might even serve to push her away rather than drawing her closer, despite
her obvious lust for his manliness. So, with a resolve he regretted
possessing, he forced the thoughts of intruding from his mind, satisfying
his own heady case of lust by doubling his hand action.

Besides, he could proposition Nabiki later if she was this hot for him. No
need to rush in now and make a mistake.

While he had been wracked by indecision, Nabiki had been hard at work. Both
fingers were shoved all the way inside now, thrusting more vigorously back
and forth. Her pussy made squishy sounds as her inner lining tried to cling
to the digits while her thumb played over her clitoris. Her moaning
increased as she chanted, "Yes, Ranma, that's it. Right there. Right there.
Right... there." Her body arched and she bit down on her lip. Her fingers
remained buried in her and her legs tried to clamp around a body that wasn't
there, simply curling in reflex at the orgasm that shook her body.

Seeing her flushed body writhing on the tile was more than Ranma could take.
Wired as he was from all of the skin he had seen before and right at this
moment, he absolutely needed to explode. He closed his eyes and imagined it
was Nabiki's hand, her own fluids still clinging to her digits, handling his
shaft, stroking it up and down with increasingly vigorous motions.

Ranma's hand dwelled on his sensitive tip with each stroke, bringing him
higher and higher until he couldn't handle it anymore. He envisioned
Nabiki's mouth poised before his cock and open and waiting for his
sperm-filled load. And then his climax hit. He grunted, bursting with
powerful spurts; over a week's worth of cum stored in his sack. He sprayed
the wall of the house with each jet, and was barely aware enough to keep his
hand over his dick, in order to keep the handful of final dribbles from
ending up on his person. Hanging upside down as he came would have been bad
if any stuck to him. It would be difficult to explain why cumstains were on
his shirt rather than his pants. Why, a person might have thought it was
some other guy that came on him, rather than it being a result of his own
actions.

A profound sense of contentment and release of tension coursed through him.
Self-service or not, it was a relief to finally expend himself. All night
his dreams had been wracked with fantasies of the Tendou girls doing with
him what they would. Now that he had released some measure of his ardor, he
was actually able to think with a clear head.

Ranma sighed, and opened his eyes.

A smiling Nabiki stared back.

"Ah!" Ranma cried, nearly slipping out of the rope from his panic. Being
caught in the act was something he had long since become used to. Now he was
really going to get it.

Nabiki slid the window open to confront Ranma. Rather than being offended,
she seemed amused. She smiled coyly and said, "Like what you saw?"

Ranma was stupefied. This was an ideal situation to be labeled a pervert and
end up hammered through the air. It had happened often enough that he
couldn't think past it. "Um, well, ah."

She looked above him to see his cock still in his hand, and the results of
his 'handiwork' on the wall. "I guess you did. Want a kiss?"

Ranma was definitely uncertain what to make of the situation. Kissing some
girl that had just masturbated in front of him while he was hanging upside
down from the outside of a building after having given himself some hand
action at the same time, seemed too surreal to enjoy. "Ah, no. Not now. I
mean."

Nabiki shrugged. "Okay. In that case it'll be five thousand yen."

Ranma looked behind him, wondering if she was issuing the demand to someone
else. "Ah, what will be five thousand yen?"

"The show I just put on for you."

"Huh?"

Nabiki sighed. "Surely you don't think I masturbate like that if someone
isn't watching."

"You don't?"

"Crawling out of the tub and giving you an ideal view? And calling out your
name? Please." Nabiki scoffed. "If I'm doing it for my pleasure, it's fast
and efficient. Just simple in and out until I'm done. As soon as I'm
finished I move right on to other things. I spotted you when you poked your
head in the window. I put that on just for you."

"Oh." The knowledge that it had all been an act was somehow disappointing to
him. "But I don't see why I have to pay. It's not like I asked you to do
it."

Nabiki's amusement disappeared. She turned her head towards the inside of
the house, and began to shout, "Daddy! Ranma's peeping on me while I'm in
the-" She stopped abruptly as she saw the silencing gestures Ranma was
making with his free hand. "Did you have something to say?"

Ranma managed to pull out some money from his pocket and thrust it out for
her while maintaining his balance upside down.

Nabiki plucked the offered bills from his hands. "It was a pleasure doing
business with you, Ranma. Any time you want me to put on another show, you
just ask." She waved good bye and slid the window closed.

Ranma watched with a bit of irritation as she walked away from the window
and dried herself off before throwing on her robe and exiting the bath.
There was definitely something disappointing in having to pay to watch. Not
as much thrill at being so naughty. And there was the fact she was not
actually fantasizing about him, but was just using his name for his benefit
rather than hers. "Although she did put on a good show," he admitted.
Thinking of it brought a definite smile to his face.

"Whal, whal, whal. Lookie here, boys. It looks like we got ourselves a
gen-e-wine pre-vert on our hands," an unfamiliar voice with a Kansai accent
so thick Ranma could barely understand it said from somewhere below his
upside down body.

Suddenly put on the spot, Ranma winced. He had barely enough resolve to look
down and see the speaker. Below him was a group of men. They wore identical
uniforms, consisting of black pants with beige tops and badges pinned to
their chests. Mirrored shades adorned each of their faces, Ranma's surprised
face reflecting back in each one. And, most importantly, each had a belt
that contained a wide array of equipment that could be used to incapacitate
a person, from pepper spray to nightsticks to stun guns. The group all
peered upward, their reflective visages staring expectantly at him.

Ranma laughed nervously. "Ah, hello there, Officers. Is there a problem?"

One of the policemen, a man with a big gut that hung out over his equipment
belt, said, "Well, Son. We dun got a call about some pre-vert, peeping in a
house. And lo and behold, we dun found one."

The leader's thick accent served to trigger a memory from long ago that
Ranma quickly suppressed. He tried acting as deferential as possible as he
said, "Ah, I'm no pervert, Sir. I was just, ah, painting the house."

"That there is an interesting basecoat you dun applied to it." The rotund
man pointed with his nightstick at the spot Ranma had blasted his load.

Ranma managed to laugh nervously once before he was hit simultaneously with
three stun guns. His body jerked so much from the electricity that the knot
around his waist came undone and he fell to the ground, landing on his head.

The fat man stood ominously over Ranma, slapping his nightstick in an open
palm. "The only thing that I, Sheriff Heero T. Justice, hates worse than a
pre-vert, is a pre-vert that tries and act like he's not a pre-vert. Beat
the hell out of him, boys."

The group fell upon Ranma enthusiastically.

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Ranma: Sextacular
Chapter 2

A lemony alternate universe I've been threatening to do for sometime.

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Since this is a lemon, no one under eighteen should read this for fear of
having your eyes burn out of your head.

Writer's notes: This chapter is fairly lightweight by lemon standards,
though definitely more lemony than the last chapter. But I don't want to
overdo it too soon. The next chapter will have more standard heated lemon
scenes and should be more indicative of the lemony tones of the series.

Throughout the series I will be using the 'Ranma-chan' appellation to denote
female Ranma due to gender being important to this, despite the fact it is
technically improper.

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"Geez, Ranma, it's a good thing we were able to convince Sheriff Justice you
lived here and we let you hang outside of windows like that." Akane applied
a final bandage to his forehead.

"What's his problem, anyway?" Ranma snapped. It wasn't so much that he was
hurt, his martial arts resilience made shaking off a beating like that easy.
It was being publicly labeled a pervert that served as a blow to his
dignity.

"He has a personal vendetta against perversion of any kind. If he thinks
you're a pervert, you're history," Nabiki explained.

"But I'm not a pervert!" Ranma insisted.

"What were you doing hanging upside down outside the house anyway?" Akane
asked.

Ranma flushed slightly. He looked over to Nabiki, who surprisingly offered
nothing in explanation. She just gave Ranma a coy little smile. "I was
engaged in a martial arts exercise," Ranma told Akane.

Nabiki's smile grew wider, but still she remained silent.

"You'll have to show me it sometime," Akane said.

"Ah, I don't think so," Ranma was quick to say.

"How come?" Akane persisted.

"It's an advanced technique," Ranma insisted.

"I can handle it," Akane said.

Nabiki finally interjected herself. "I don't think you have the right
equipment for that sort of technique."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Akane asked.

Ranma was quick to say, "I'll teach you something a little later."

"Okay. Now we have to get going, or we'll be late for class." Akane grabbed
her book bag, then handed Ranma his.

Nabiki joined them as they exited the house and walked out to the street. By
the time they made it to the first corner, Nabiki headed off in a different
direction. "I have some people to meet. See you later, Ranma-kun," she said
playfully before walking off.

Once Nabiki was out of earshot, Akane said, "Let me warn you about Nabiki.
She's nice enough when it suits her, but she is a bit on the mercenary
side."

"I hadn't noticed," Ranma said flatly. He was about to add more, when a car
raced past, splashing some water on Ranma and narrowly missing Akane. The
water served to trigger Ranma's curse.

Ranma-chan looked down at her body's new dimensions. "Great, just great. I
can't go to school looking like this."

"You mean you're going to keep your curse a secret?" Akane asked.

"Of course I am. I don't want people to think I'm a freak." It would be
impossible to pick up girls if that was the case. Men, on the other hand,
were horny little bastards and just might think he was dateable material.
The whole idea of guys hitting on him gave him the creeps.

"I don't think you're a freak. I think you just had some bad luck," Akane
said.

"Thanks," Ranma said sincerely. Besides the obvious moral support, it meant
hitting on Akane properly would be easier, once he had a decent opportunity.
She seemed interested in martial arts. Perhaps that would be a good place to
start with common ground and an offer to train her.

There were other matters to deal with first. "I need some hot water. Got any
idea where I can get some?"

Akane shifted uncomfortably. "Well, there is someone close by that will let
you have some. But I'm not so sure if going there is a good idea."

"How come?"

"It's kind of hard to explain. But if it's only you getting some hot water,
there shouldn't be a problem. I think."

Whatever unease Ranma-chan should have felt by Akane's caution was quickly
undone by the opportunity to get her hands on some hot water. Agreeing to
Akane's proposition, Ranma-chan allowed her to lead the way.

It was a quick walk to the small building Akane led them to. On the outside
of the building was a sign indicating it was a doctors' office.

"Here we are," Akane said as they stood before the front door. Akane knocked
on the door, then darted to the side, leaning up against the wall next to
the door. "Why don't I wait out here, and you go on inside?"

"What's going on?" Ranma-chan asked.

"It would be for the best if Dr. Tofu didn't see me," she said in a quiet
voice.

"Why?" Ranma-chan asked again.

A "Come on in," came from within.

Ranma-chan looked again at Akane, who was holding a finger to her lips to
indicate silence. Reluctantly, the martial artist opened the door, expecting
the worst.

Much to Ranma-chan's surprise, the interior looked just like a doctor's
waiting room should. It was tastefully, if sedately, decorated. There were a
number of chairs spaced around the room. In the center was a large table
with a number of magazines, containing innocuous titles, spread out on the
top. Several charts and diagrams of human anatomy hung on the wall, and
there was an antiseptic smell to the whole thing. There was nothing
suspicious that Ranma-chan could detect. Nothing at all.

A man emerged from a door in the back that presumably led to the examination
room. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, and appeared completely
ordinary in every way. Even his outfit was a plain-looking brown gi. There
was nothing intimidating about him in the slightest. He appeared
frighteningly normal.

"Umm, Dr. Tofu?" Ranma-chan asked.

He looked curiously at the smaller girl. "Yes, I am Dr. Tofu, Miss. How can
I help you?"

Ranma-chan's first impulse was to ask for the hot water and to get the heck
out. But the guy looked harmless enough, and why was Akane acting so weird,
as though he might attack her or something?

Deciding it was time to discover the truth, and that she could deal with
whatever the consequences of it might be, Ranma-chan grabbed Akane by the
arm and forced her into view. "Akane here said you could help me get some
hot water."

The doctor's glasses immediately fogged up. "Ak...Ak... Akane-chan. So nice
to see you again. It's been so long."

"Now you've gone and done it." Akane's voice was heavy with recrimination.

Ranma-chan stared between the two, hopelessly confused. "Done what? I just
let him see you. What's going on and why did his glasses get all foggy?"

Dr. Tofu walked up to the pair. "It's been a long time since you've had a
check-up, Akane-chan. Why don't we get started right away?" He grabbed
Ranma-chan by the hand and led her to the back.

"What are you doing? I'm not Akane, you idiot!" Ranma-chan shouted as she
was forced back into the office.

"You keep him distracted while I grab the water," Akane said, then darted
into the lavatory connected to the waiting room.

Once Ranma-chan ended up in the medical examining room, she forced herself
out of Tofu's surprisingly firm grasp. "What's the big idea? I don't want no
physical exam. I just want some hot water."

Obviously oblivious, Tofu rambled, "No need to be concerned, Akane-chan.
We'll do a thorough examination." He reached behind the girl's head.

Ranma-chan got as far as putting her hand on his elbow when she felt him tap
a point at the base of her skull, and her whole body below the neck went
limp. Her legs lost all muscle control and she started to slump to the
floor, but the doctor was quick enough to grab her under the arms and
prevent her from falling.

Tofu was just as quick to bend her over the exam table. With one deft move,
he dropped both her pants and boxer shorts around her knees.

"Ah! What are you doing, you pervert?! I'm really a guy! A guy I say!"
Ranma-chan tried escaping, but all she could do was pivot her neck to see
what was going on behind her.

"I'm just going to take your temperature," Tofu said, going for one of the
instruments on a nearby table.

Ranma-chan's eyes bulged as she saw what he had in his hands. "That's not a
thermometer, you jerk! That's one of them enema things!"

The end of the implement, filled with its liquid payload, seemed to shine in
the doctor's hands as brightly as his glasses. "Don't worry, Akane-chan.
This won't hurt a bit. And once we're done with your examination, we can
move on to mine."

"Ack!" Ranma-chan said as, by either design or chance, Tofu got the correct
end of the instrument pointed at the motionless girl's behind. Despite
having no muscle control, Ranma-chan could still feel sensations. She felt
everything going on back there in painstaking detail. The tip of the
instrument pressed against the 'Exit Only' portion of her anatomy. She
grunted as it was forced past the puckered part of her anus and inside.

"I don't want no enema!" Ranma-chan declared, her eyes crossing at the
intruder making its way into the tight ring of muscle. "And at least you
could use some lube!"

The gleam to the Doctor's glasses remained as he said in a soft voice,
"Don't worry, Akane, I'll lube you up very nicely."

Ranma-chan gasped as the doctor's fingers brushed against a VERY sensitive
portion of her lower lips. Against her will she let out a soft gasp, and a
warm fire, heretofore unknown, made its presence known in her lower regions.
It was unlike any she had ever felt as a man. While it was clearly not
unpleasant, it was disturbing to have her largely unfamiliar cursed form
manipulated so easily.

It was at that moment Akane reappeared, bucket of water in hand. She gasped
slightly at the scene. Thinking quickly, she pointed out in the waiting room
and shouted, "Look, Dr. Tofu! It's Kasumi and Nabiki!"

Tofu's gleaming glasses tore themselves away from Ranma-chan's backside.
"Kasumi-chan and Nabiki-chan?"

"Ah, yes. Betty-chan is trying to kidnap them. If you hurry, you might be
able to rescue them from her, and I'm sure they'll show you some of their...
gratitude."

"Gratitude," Tofu sighed. He looked down at Ranma-chan's bottom and began
talking to it. "Don't worry, Akane-chan. I'll rescue your sisters, then
we'll do an intensive examination of all three of you." Without waiting for
a response, Tofu ran out of the office and out the building, shouting,
"Betty-chan, you naughty girl. Bring back Kasumi-chan and Nabiki-chan! I'll
let you help examine them too!"

Once in the clear, Akane sat down the bucket and moved closer to the bent
over redhead. Akane winced at the object sticking out of her backside. "He
did that to me once. Not the most pleasant of experiences, but I sure felt
cleaned out afterwards."

"Just pull it out," Ranma-chan snarled.

Akane got a firm grip on the middle of the instrument and pulled. Ranma-chan
grunted as the object was removed.

"I can't move," Ranma-chan said.

"It's just a pressure point thing. They usually go away in a few minutes,"
Akane assured her. "Let's see if switching your form helps speed things up."
Akane splashed the contents of the bucket over Ranma-chan's body.

The gender switch took only a moment. Ranma found he was able to stand up
after the dousing, soggy, but with some degree of motor control. Using that
newfound motion, he made a fist and pointed it in the direction the doctor
had taken. "That guy's going to pay for sticking that thing up my ass."

Akane placed a hand on Ranma's raised one, gently lowering it. "It's not Dr.
Tofu's fault. Come on, let's get out of here and I'll explain."

Even after they went outside, it took Akane a few moments to settle Ranma
down and not chase after the doctor seeking some sort of revenge. She told
Ranma, "Dr. Tofu's actually a nice man and very competent doctor."

"Aside from his inability to tell one person from another and trying to give
complete strangers enemas!"

"Like I said, it's not his fault," Akane insisted. "You see, Dr. Tofu has
sort of this condition. He kind of loses it when he encounters a woman he
really likes. He becomes unintelligible and has a problem doing anything
right."

"I hadn't noticed," Ranma said dryly. "So he thinks you're hot."

"Well, it's not just me," Akane sheepishly explained. "Kasumi and Nabiki
cause him to do the same thing. Originally it was just Kasumi, but later on
Nabiki and I had the same effect on him."

"And it's just you three?" Ranma asked.

"To the best of my knowledge."

"What is it about you three that sets you apart from anyone else? Not that
you're unattractive or anything, just that I'm sure the doc sees plenty of
other attractive women as well."

Akane laughed sheepishly. "Well, you know. We all sort of had better than
the standard 'Doctor to Patient' relationship with him."

That caused Ranma to miss a step.

Akane went on, cast adrift on memories of yesterday. "When I was younger,
Kasumi used to take me to doctor Tofu to help with my injuries. She had some
sort of effect on him that she didn't realize; she thought he was always
that way. Well, after a few years of that, one day I sort of told her that
he didn't act goofy except when she was around. I sort of figured out it was
because he was attracted to her. So I told her that. She didn't believe me
at first, but I guess she sort of confronted the doctor about it. When she
discovered it was the truth, she thought she'd help him get over his
infatuation by... well, let's just say one thing led to another.
Unfortunately instead of curing him, after every time she'd stop by, he'd be
out of it for the whole day instead of when she was in his line of sight."

Ranma looked at Akane in confusion. "You mean she slept with him?"

"She tried every trick in the book, but nothing seemed to work," Akane said.
"Pretty soon she stopped dropping by altogether to keep his practice from
falling apart."

Ranma tried visualizing the extremely attractive Kasumi banging a walking
goofball like that doctor. His mind revolted at the very idea. The idea of
that moron sleeping with Kasumi without even trying while Ranma only got a
couple of flashes of her pussy just wasn't fair. "So Nabiki had the same
effect on him too?"

Hesitating a moment, Akane said, "Well, not at first. Which was sort of the
problem. Nabiki felt jealous that Kasumi could have such an effect on him
when she didn't seem to have any at all. So she tried to induce the same
effect on him by doing the same things Kasumi did."

Ranma's mood soured even further. "And then?"

"It worked," Akane said with an embarrassed laugh.

"And you?"

Akane turned slightly red. "I couldn't help myself. Dr. Tofu was one of the
kindest, nicest men I even knew. I got sort of a crush on him, and one day I
couldn't help myself. I sort of miss the old doctor. Although I will admit
the sex was surprisingly good. Even when his brain's scrambled, he still
seems to subconsciously know what to do. And he has some of the softest
hands I've ever known. It must come from practicing medicine."

Akane turned to see Ranma had collapsed on the ground and was convulsing.
"Ranma! What's wrong? Is it some delayed effect from the pressure point
thing?"

Ranma gurgled in rage rather than from some aftereffect of the attack. It
just wasn't fair that a walking idiot like Tofu had a piece of not one, but
all three of the Tendou girls' cute asses. And worse, they hadn't been
willing to jump in the sack with a handsome, suave, starved for affection
guy like Ranma, who was such a better choice than that deluded putz.

Not that he could say that to Akane, not in seeing that she held some
affection for the doctor, even if it had obviously been left in the past the
after the whole sex thing. Oh, but he could curse the gods over the fact.

Eventually, Ranma was able to recover some measure of control and continued
with Akane, turning once again on their path to school. And Ranma thought he
couldn't be more grumpy after the way the morning had turned out. It was
getting worse by the second. But the bright side to that was that things
could only get better from here. Maybe he'd meet a cute girl and they'd hit
it off right away.

It was as they were almost at the gates that Ranma came up with a way to
possibly come out ahead from the whole Tofu mess. He said to Akane, "I'm
planning to become a doctor, too."

"Really? I though you said you wanted to teach martial arts."

Oops. He had mentioned that the other day. "Um, I was thinking of doing the
doctor thing on the side."

"That's nice," Akane said, and turned away from him.

Ranma snapped his fingers. Apparently it wasn't the medical thing that had
lured Akane to Tofu in the first place. He'd have to give it a try around
Kasumi later and see if she'd react to medical bait.

Just as the wall surrounding the school came into the pair's line of sight,
they ran into Nabiki.

 The new arrival looked curiously at the duo. "What kept you guys from
making it here earlier?"

Akane explained the Tofu incident.

"You turned down a free enema? For shame," Nabiki teased.

"If you think it's so hot, I'll be more than happy to give you one," Ranma
snapped.

Nabiki laughed. "No thanks, Saotome. Nice to see you have some bite in you,
though."

There are lots of places I'd like to bite you, he made sure not to say to
her. Instead he opted for a much safer, "Looks like we're going to make it
in plenty of time."

"Not quite," Nabiki said as the trio passed by the school gates. "I'm afraid
there's one little thing we still have to get out of the way first before we
can get along with classes. It's sort of a morning ritual."

"Eh?" Ranma said. It was then he noticed a horde of boys, most of them
dressed in various athletic uniforms of many different sports, standing
expectedly in front of the school. Their attention was riveted to the front
gates.

"There she is!" One of the youths, dressed in a rugby uniform, cried out,
pointing in the direction of the trio.

The proclamation had an immediate effect as the horde surged forward in a
wave, heading for the same spot right on the inside of the gates. As one,
they cried out, "Akane Tendou, in order to have our way with you, we must
defeat you!"

Rather than take any sort of aggressive or defensive posture, Akane swooned
and said in melodramatic fashion, "Oh, woe is me. I am about to be set upon
by a mob of ravenous creatures who seek to have their way with me. Whatever
shall I, who am at the mercy of this horde, do?"

Ranma wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he knew an unbelievably
great opportunity to impress a girl when he saw one. He boldly shouted,
"Don't worry, Akane. I'll take care of this pack of losers." And ran
forward.

Akane stuck her foot out just as Ranma was about to pass by, tripping him
and causing his face to end up in the dirt.

He rose up and shouted, "What did ya do that for?!"

Nabiki placed a hand on Ranma's shoulder and moved him away from Akane and
the approaching pack. More quietly, she said, "Akane already has a protector
and she likes him just fine. She doesn't want you muscling in on his turf."

"Protector?" Ranma asked.

His query was answered as a loud explosion came to the left of the horde of
attackers. A rippling wave of force kicked up a huge gout of dirt that
stretched across the entire length of the front of the crowd. It cut right
into them, taking out the first line of the group and sending bodies flying
everywhere.

The horde stopped, the fallen men crawling away from the carnage while the
rest stood in mute anger over what had happened to their comrades.

Through the dust from the inexplicable attack came a shadowy figure. Slowly,
dramatically, he walked, eventually emerging from the cloud, which seemed to
part for him. Unsullied by the dust, he walked expectantly through the
school grounds, the epitome of assurance and confidence.

All present could make out his features. He was a young man dressed in the
traditional garb of a kendoist, wooden sword held idly over his shoulder as
he casually strolled to the center of the school yard. He stopped once he
was directly between Akane and the horde, and turned so that he was facing
the men. He took a moment to glance over his shoulder and give Akane a look
of assurance before turning to confront the men.

Firming his grip on his bokken, he pointed it accusingly at the group of
men. "Look at the lot of you. Little more than a pack of animals rutting in
the dirt. How dare you foul creatures try to force your attentions on a
woman by force of arms! Truly only the lowest of worms would act in such a
bestial manner. Have you no shame? No dignity? No honor?"

One of the boys, a baseball player judging by his garb, and the bat in his
hands, said, "But everyone knows that if you beat Akane Tendou, you can, uh,
you know, do it with her."

One of the kendoist's eyebrows began twitching. "And you believe this vague
rumor gives you the right to beat senseless a helpless woman? That you may
slake your animalistic urges on the opposite sex in such a primitive
manner?" He pointed his bokken to the heavens. "Nay. Romance is the key to
gaining another's affections, not the strength of muscles nor skill in arms.
Win their hearts by courtship and ritual, by showing them you care about
their feelings and thoughts. Let down your false pretenses and show them the
light of your inner being, baring unto them your soul rather than baring
your body. That is the way to win another's heart."

He leveled his bokken at the boys once again. "But no, such thinking is
beyond your ilk. Instead, you seek to force your passions on them by prying
open their legs and satisfying your urges. You disgust me to the lowest
portion of my being. You do not have the right to call yourself men. None of
you do! Now taste the ire of the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, Tatewaki
Kunou."

Anger having reached a crescendo, Kunou fell in among them. The mob was
prepared for his attack, but preparation proved to be different from the
actual ability to defend themselves. The kendoist was a dervish, his bokken
seeming to strike everywhere all at once. Ranma watched as, in a blurring of
motion too fast to follow a sumo, baseball player, and hockey player all
fell at the same time. With one slash of Kunou's bokken, six others fell at
once, obviously unconscious. Everywhere Kunou walked, bodies fell, no one
able to come close to striking him. He was all offense, seeming to strike
two people on opposite sides at the same time, and making it look as easy as
waving an arm. He continued until suddenly, there was no one left to fall.

Standing in the center of the carnage, surrounded by the littered remains of
the rabble, Kunou appeared the picture of serenity. He tucked his bokken to
his waistband. Dealing with the mob had taken him less than ten seconds. He
had failed to break a sweat. Not a hair was out of place to indicate he had
been in a fight at all. He had the air of someone whose accomplishment had
been merely walking down the street, not even sparing his handiwork a second
glance.

All the girls in the schoolyard gave a thunderous cheer as the youth
approached Akane. Ranma overheard the girls saying, "He's so dreamy." "No
one is as handsome as Kunou." "He's the only real man in this entire
school." "I wish my boyfriend would act more like him." "I wish he was my
boyfriend, period."

Ranma decided he really didn't like the guy.

Kunou continued with his slow and steady stride until he was directly in
front of Akane. "Those animals have been taken care of once again. Your
honor is safe and still intact, Akane Tendou."

"Thank you for protecting me from those awful people, Kunou-Chan," Akane
gushed as she turned bright red.

"Akane Tendou, I have told you many times it is improper to be so familiar
with me," Kunou reprimanded.

"Yes, Kunou-sempai," Akane said, rebuked.

Kunou accepted the correction. "It is quite the nuisance to have to
continually beat upon those voracious animals every morning. I would like to
know who it was that spread those awful lies about how if you are defeated
one can do as they would with you."

Akane placed a hand behind her head and laughed embarrassedly. "Yeah, I'd
sure like to know who spread those rumor too."

"How fortunate you warned me in advance that such a rumor had started so I
could be present to protect your honor when they made their attempts to
molest you."

"Yes, how very lucky she knew about them in advance," Nabiki smirked at her
sister, causing Akane shift uneasily and laugh even harder.

Having enough of Akane's preening over some flashy pretty-boy, Ranma finally
decided to insert himself into the conversation. "Ah, those guys weren't
nothing. Just a bunch of undisciplined, untalented punks. I could have taken
care of them even faster."

Kunou turned his nose in Ranma's direction. "Who are you to belittle my
accompl..."

And then Kunou's eyes fully turned on Ranma, taking him in for he first
time. Instantly he was before Ranma, easily violating his personal space.
Ranma took a half step back, unprepared for the kendoist's quickness.

Kunou bowed and smiled warmly. "You are absolutely correct. They were little
more than an afterthought for a man of your obvious talents. Tell me, you
are new to this school, are you not?"

"Ah, yeah," Ranma said, taken aback by the curious absence of the earlier
haughtiness Kunou had used with everyone else.

"I thought as much. One whose appearance is as striking as yours I would
remember."

Ranma accepted the compliment. "Yeah, I'm a striking kind of guy."

Eagerness dripped from Kunou's voice. "And your name?"

"Ranma Saotome."

"Ranma Saotome." Kunou dangled every syllable upon his tongue as though it
was the most delicious of pastries. "It is a name full of strength, courage,
and open-mindedness. Welcome to Furinkan High, Saotome-kun."

The friendliness demonstrated by the kendoist made Ranma's initial dislike
lessen. "Thank you, Kunou-sempai."

Kunou grabbed Ranma's hand and held it in his. "Such formality is
unnecessary. I insist you address me as, 'Kunou-kun'."

"Ah, okay." Ranma tried extracting his hand, but had little success.

Kunou made a show of looking at the clock tower on the school. "Alas, I must
tear myself away from your charming personality and meet with several
members of my team. I am the captain, and have a responsibility to them." He
released Ranma's hand. "I am certain that with time, we will become the very
best of... friends." Kunou gave an enigmatic smile, and departed. The moment
he left, a gaggle of schoolgirls flocked to his side, cooing about his
willingness to stand up for a girl's honor with no expectation of receiving
anything in return.

Ranma watched the pack walk away. Once Kunou was out of earshot, he said,
"What the heck was all that about?"

In answer, a furious Akane punched him in the face.

"What was that for?!" Ranma rubbed at his cheek.

Irate, Akane snarled, "You jerk! How dare you act that way in front of
Kunou-chan!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"I saw the way you were looking at him," Akane accused.

"What?"

Nabiki interjected herself between the two. She said to Ranma, "Don't get
too angry with Akane. She's just mad that you got further with Kunou in two
minutes than she has in two months."

Ranma scratched his head in confusion. "Further with him? What's that
supposed to mean? He just walked up and said 'Hi,' and shook my hand. Except
he didn't really get to the shaking part." Ranma looked at his hand
curiously.

Nabiki looked askance at Ranma. "Um, you do understand that Kunou was coming
on to you there, didn't you? He couldn't have made it more obvious if he
reached down and started stroking your cock."

"He's gay?!" Ranma shouted, looking at his hand as though he had been
informed he had just handled a bag full of leprosy. "Does anyone else know
about it?"

"Duh, everyone knows it," Nabiki said. "It's not like he did anything to
hide it, now did he?"

Ranma watched Kunou disappear into the building, the flock still crowding
around him. "But then why are Akane and all the other girls making such a
big deal about him if he's gay?"

Nabiki shrugged. "He is the most suave, handsome, noble, virtuous guy
around. He'll go out of his way to help any girl in need and do it on
principle rather than as a way of trying to impress them and get into their
panties. That he's openly unavailable makes him even more irresistible to
some girls. It's not that surprising. Why do you think bishonen guys are so
popular with girls?"

"But why would they be wasting their time hitting on him if he's gay?" Ranma
insisted.

Irate, Akane said, "Kunou-chan's not gay. He's just... confused."

Nabiki said, "Yeah, he's so confused he keeps sticking his 'bokken' in guys'
butts instead of girl's."

"Eww, don't say stuff like that in front of me." Ranma squirmed. He was
already uncomfortable with his encounter with an enema. He did not need to
visualize the sort of action Nabiki was saying on top of that.

Akane said, "I'm sure he's at least bi-sexual and doesn't realize it yet.
I'm just helping him realize his full potential."

"What was he said last week? Ah, yes." Nabiki's posture shifted as she took
in a more haughty air. Her voice deepened as she pontificated, "'A man find
comfort in a woman? Such foolishness and naivet�. Only a man can truly
understand what another man suffers through on this arduous path that be
known as life. It is only in the company of men, lying in the arms of
another man, that true peace and happiness can be obtained'."

"That just means Kunou-chan needs a little convincing," Akane insisted.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Ranma began turning a pale green. He
desperately tried shifting his thoughts to a more heterosexual topic. It
took only a moment before his mind hit on something. He looked to Akane.
"What was that about defeating you and being able to... you know?"

Akane laughed nervously again. "Haven't got the faintest idea."

Nabiki said, "Actually, Akane is the one that started it, then told Kunou
about the 'rumor' and asked him to protect her." Nabiki ignored the glare
her sister shot her. "She figured it was a way to get in good with him, but
so far, you've seen the results."

Ranma nodded his head. "That makes sense. I sort of figured something was up
since she could have handled those guys pretty easily."

A pair of girls called out, "Hey, Akane," and waved at her.

Grateful for the distraction, Akane waved back and ran over to them.

Yuka said, "It looks like Kunou rushed to your defense again. Make any
headway?"

"Not this time," Akane said mournfully.

Sayuri said, "You should give up on him. He is just a guy. They're all
alike."

Akane crossed her arms. "Not to some of us."

"Like that guy that was standing next to Akane," Yuka said, a hungry gleam
in her eye. "Who is he?"

Akane looked over her shoulder and realized who she was talking about. "Oh,
that's just Ranma. He's moving in with us."

Yuka said, "He's cute. Did you sleep with him yet?"

Sayuri swatted her friend on the shoulder with no small amount of force.
"That's just plain rude. You know Akane's quit doing that sort of thing ever
since she set her sights on Kunou. Pathetic as it is."

"It's not pathetic," Akane insisted.

"It's as bad as some guy wasting his time hitting on me," Sayuri stated
plainly.

"It's not the same thing." There was a hint of doubt in Akane's voice
though.

Yuka, not perturbed in the slightest, asked, "So, is Ranma available?"

Akane weighed the matter of revealing the truth in her mind. She decided
there was nothing to be gained by keeping it private, especially since
Nabiki would probably talk about it if nothing else. "Actually, my dumb
father promised his dumb father that our family lines should be united.
Which means either me or my sisters are supposed to marry him. But we're
putting a hold on it until we can decide if one of us wants him."

"So he's available?"

Both Akane and Sayuri sighed at their friend's enthusiasm. Back when Akane
first befriended the girl, she was far more reserved and straight-laced, the
product of overprotective and conservative parents. They barely let her go
out on only the most chaste of dates. But after spending some time with
Akane and listening to her views on life, Yuka abandoned that lifestyle and
led one that was more akin to Akane's free wheeling one. Actually, she was
far worse than Akane or any of her sisters had been. She was typical of a
lot of girls in similar situations: acting like a child allowed to run loose
in a candy store for the first time and wanting to sample every 'treat'
there was. Akane hoped the girl slowed down soon. She was either going to
burn herself or every male in their school out before too long. An
exaggeration, of course, but not much of one. Yuka usually had three
different 'boyfriends' at any one time, and would exchange an old one for a
completely new one about once a week. Even Kasumi at her worst had never
gone through them that fast.

By all rights Akane should have admitted that Ranma was available --neither
she nor her sisters were interested in him at the moment-- but there was
something that made her hold her tongue. "With that family promise thing
hanging over his head, I don't think we can consider him as such."

"Oh." Yuka appeared crestfallen, though not as much as Akane thought she
should.

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Ranma looked the two newcomers over as they began an animated discussion
with Akane. "Hey, those two are pretty good-looking. Are all of Akane's
friends as attractive as them?"

Nabiki started to say something, but then gained a mischievous look to her
eye. Ranma's attention was too wrapped up with the girls for him to notice
the shift.

Smirking, Nabiki said, "Nope. Those two are the only good-looking ones.
They're Akane's two best friends: Yuka and Sayuri. Yuka's the one with short
hair. On the whole they're usually nice enough, except for one tiny little
problem with each of them."

That caught Ranma's attention. "Oh?"

Dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, Nabiki said, "Well, you see.
Yuka might not look it, but she's a major league man hater."

"Maybe she hasn't met the right guy." Ranma struck a bold posture.

Nabiki was barely able to keep from laughing at his silly look. "Actually,
she's met lots of guys, much to their eternal sorrow. Oh, she'll act all
nice and sweetness, like she's interested in you. But it's just that; an
act. The moment she gets you alone and gets your pants around your ankles,
she'll starting hitting you in the balls and not stopping until you're
nearly dead."

Ranma squeaked and crossed his legs.

Nabiki gave him a level stare. "I heard one of her victims was pissing blood
for a week later."

Ranma gave a frightful look at the girl. "Her friend's the same way, huh?"

"Oh, no. She puts out all the time."

Ranma's mood brightened considerably.

Nabiki passed her hand in front of Ranma's face several times to regain his
attention. "Ah, a word of warning, though. She likes to play hard to get.
Actually, she's only interested in the most persistent men. So she'll act
like she has no interest in you and tell you to go away, but in this case
'no' means 'keep trying because it's the only way I'll say yes'. Mind you,
don't force yourself on her; she's not into that. It's just that you're
going to have to keep hitting on her no matter how hopeless it seems.
Eventually she'll give in, and then it's all the pussy you can handle and
then some."

Ranma's smile threatened to split his face in half. "Thanks a lot for the
inside info, Nabiki. I owe you one."

"Oh, I assure you the pleasure's all mine," Nabiki said with an amused grin.
She was definitely finding playing with Ranma amusing to no end.

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