Ranma Does Nerima: High School Recollections [Episode 81260]

Saotome nodded solemnly to his friend.  “Yes, she looks just as firm as way back in high school.  Your wife sure aged well...”

“Oh, you remember it?  She was making so many head turns at the time.”

“Sure thing, Tendō-kun.  How could I forget?  She was quite the hottie...”

Indeed, both men could recall the pretty, fuku-clad teenager of their youths.  Looking quite like the Akane of today — including long, dark hair tied with a ribbon in the back —, the cute freshman had been quick to attract the eyes of two sempai.

“So bright and curious...”

“So not shy or inhibited...”

The 15-years-old girl of their memories was no longer wearing a high school uniform, but only lacy bra and panties.  She was posing and smiling saucily, hands on her hips.

“So limber...” sighed Sōun.

“So tasty...” added Genma, licking his lips.

The flashback soon evolved:
Next to the now completely undressed Kimiko, Genma was picturing a bulky young man with rarefying hair.  Slurping messily between her lovely thighs while she was leaning on a couch.  Licking her delicious wet cunt and lapping her juices like a famished dog.  Then, the naked boy could be seen clumsily climbing atop the lying girl.  He started rocking his hips, raising and lowering his large bottom while noisily huffing, panting and groaning.  A dumb, blissful expression seemed stuck on his drooling face as he plowed her little twat with his turgid prick.  Genma didn’t pay much attention to this aspect of the recollection, but the girl underneath his sweaty body looked more bored than anything else.

Sōun was similarly reminiscing:
A tall, muscular young man with very short, black hair was sitting on the same nondescript couch.  The nude Kimiko-chan, sitting on her heels between his legs, dutifully sucked on his cock.  Her head bobbed up and down, a small hand circling the base of his phallus while the other played with his testicules.  Once the asoko was properly lubricated, male hands turned the girl around and grabbed her round ass.  Lifting her above his lap, the strong boy lowered her spread buttocks on his hard mast.  The girl’s face was no longer showing indifference but rather an expression of pain, mouth open in a mute cry and tears flowing from her eyes.  Her boyfriend didn’t seem to notice, more intent on the way her puckered hole was squeezing his shaft.  Using her shapely hips as handholds, the sempai rammed her tight asshole, sliding her tense bottom up and down on his hardened bar.  The bouncing girlfriend gasped and shrieked as young Sōun gleefully sodomized her, her perky breasts waving and shaking with each thrust and counter-thrust.

The ending images of both flashbacks mingled and mixed to become a third one:
Kimiko-chan ultimately ended as the filling of a Tendō-Saotome sandwich.  Young Sōun, at the bottom, was still spearing her pert ass, while young Genma, on the top, screwed her pussy with all his might.  Crushed between the two horny boys and double-stuffed by their throbbing organs, the cute teenager was just starting to show some real signs of excitement, moaning in increased pleasure and mounting climax.  Her two lovers, though, looked more and more drained by the second and at the verge of exhaustion.

The flashback dissolved with Kimiko’s final cry of orgasmic release.  Genma and Sōun, back to the present, sighed wishfully and concluded in stereo:

“So insatiable...”

For some unknown reason, however, Kimiko-chan was never asking the young Genma for an encore and finally chose Sōun as her steady boyfriend.  Saotome rationalized she’d probably been too overwhelmed by his manly prowess.  Yes, she sure couldn’t handle so much bliss, and was fearing he’d break her frail, young body.  Unable to stand his wildness in the bedroom, she’d settled for a man she could more easily handle.  A shame... but not really a source of regrets.  It was well before he’d met Nodoka or even Atsuko, anyway.  They both were hot little numbers in their own rights.

“Too true, Tendō-kun...” continued Genma.  “Although... with a woman like that...” he paused, looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  “Can I be blunt with you?”

“Of course, Saotome-kun.  That’s what real friends are for.”

“Well... knowing her... you must have had some worries about your wife’s faithfulness... even after marriage.”

“Oh no,” casually dismissed Sōun, “that never was really a concern of mine with Kimiko-chan.”

“Really?  How can you be so sure?  You never suspected anything about the parentage of your daughters?”

“Now, that’s different.  We had, indeed, some doubts about Kasumi-chan, but DNA testing proved once for all she was mine.  And I trust my wife’s word about Nabiki and Akane.”

“You do?” frowned Genma, suspecting his old friend to be a bit naïve.

“Yes.  Believe it or not, but my wife takes... well, at least, she took the duties of marriage very seriously at the beginning.  I am positive she stayed perfectly loyal to me in the first years.”

Genma blinked, surprised by Sōun’s categorical tone.  Then he noticed his friend was talking in the past, hinting it was no longer the case.  “And what happened to change this?”

“I nearly died from it,” simply answered the Tendō patriarch.

“What?”  The elder Saotome was understandably confused by this.

Sōun put down his cup and sighed.  “Saotome-kun... believe me... no man can satisfy Kimiko-chan’s libido... alone.  She nearly drove me in the grave with her unstoppable sexual needs.  By the time Akane-chan was born, I had to be hospitalized.”

Genma’s usually stoical face was showing stunned amazement.

“After that...” casually pursued the dōjō owner, “I gave her my blessings for chasing any men she wanted.  She objected at first, but I convinced her it was the right thing to do if she loved me.  She then had her Fallopian tubes tied, so she couldn’t have any more children.  That’s why we never tried for a son, in fact; three daughters were largely enough anyway.”

“I can’t believe it...” mumbled the portly martial artist.  Although if what his friend told him was true... that meant he may have a chance with the nymphomaniac Tendō mother... without even endangering the friendship with his old buddy.  Not an unappealing concept, considering all the long years of abstinence he spent training that ungrateful whelp of a son.

“The only bad thing...” concluded Sōun, tears welling up in his eyes, “is that... she transmitted some of her views to my daughters.  The result of it... being... that they are a little loose...”

Now, that was quite the understatement, as his friend would surely discover later.

“But they are still... *sniffle* ... very nice young women... *sniffle* ... and they’ll do... *sniffle* ... perfect brides for your son... *sniffle* ... now that I know he’s indeed of the male gender... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!  MY LITTLE BABIES ARE ALL GROWN-UP!!”

Genma rolled his eyes, but just patiently waited for the downpour to pass.  It looked like his friend hadn’t changed much over the years.  Once Sōun regained a bit of his dignity, however, Saotome made a slightly scolding look and started talking in a serious tone:

“You know, Tendō-kun, you shouldn’t have let your wife’s influence perverting your daughters.  Nor you should let her bossing you around...”

Of course, it was a severe case of the pot calling the kettle black, as Genma hadn’t shown a lot of guts either when confronting Kimiko.

“The schools are going to be joined by the matrimony of two of our children and that’s final,” continued the bald man.  “It’s a promise made between our ancestral clans, and family honor is at stake!”

“It’s not that simple...” mumbled Sōun, head lowered.

“What’s not that simple?  Are you the head of family, or not?”

“Yes, but... my daughters keep looking up to their mother.  If she doesn’t agree with our choice of a fiancé... it’s doubtful the girls will go against her wish.  And we can’t really force them....”

Genma casually waved aside the objection.  “Bah!  We just have to convince them it’s for the sake of the future of the Anything Goes Martial Arts School.  If they are dutiful children, they’ll just obey to what honor dictate.”

“Well... it’s just that...” tentatively explained Tendō, “there’s also the fact... that the training hall isn’t attracting as many students as it had once.  As such... Kimiko’s job is what pays most of the bills.  If she suddenly decided to stop bringing money... we would be in trouble.  With our debts and the taxes... there would eventually be no longer a dōjō to inherit.”

Genma was very unsettled by this notion.  To depend on a woman for daily living... how shameful.  His friend had fallen quite low.
“Humph!  What a drag!  What kind of job could be so important that she’d neglect her housewifely duties, anyway?”
Not that he cared much about Kimiko’s occupation.  It was surely some silly woman’s job.  He’d never understand why, nowadays, people could entrust women to work outside of their natural place, the home.

“Ho, she works in a massage parlor...” simply answered Sōun, shrugging.

Genma blink-blinked, staring at his friend’s face to ensure he wasn’t joking.

“In a...?  Tendō-kun, you’re aware that some of these places double as...?”

“Yes, I know.  Kimiko-chan is very popular among the clients, actually.”

Genma was agape.  Even more so because he could notice a hint of pride in Sōun’s voice.

“You let your wife work in a massage parlor...?!”

“Yes,” simply responded the Tendō patriarch, now very calm.  “I told you, Saotome-kun.  No man alone can hope to satisfy my Kimiko’s hunger for sex.  That way, she got entertained enough for me to survive when she’s back home.  And she earns lots of generous tips aside from her salary.”

Genma couldn’t find anything else to say after that.  What kind of family had he dragged Ranma into?

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