[Episode 123950] [Episode 123950]The two siblings then started fighting with each other. This didn't stop Kuno from occationally attacking Ranma or Kodachi from occationally trying to glomp Ranma. He tried to run away, only to have them follow. Loosing them and getting back, occupied most of his evening and when he finally got back home, it was well after ten in the evening, he was both starving due to having missed supper and pissed off because his entire evening had gone down the drain.
Well, at least he'd gotten plenty of excercise, so he supposed that it wasn't a complete loss.
It was actually a shame that Kuno had been so stubborn, as he would have liked to try some of the techniques from the book on Kodachi. There actually was a whole chapter regarding dealing with insanity and he nursed some hope that it could be used to deal with Kodachi. She was the most troublesome of his many suitors and he personally thought it would be great if he could be rid of her, or at least take the edge of her antics if she couldn't be completely taken out of the picture.
He would have to try and get her alone one of these days, then see what could be done about her fractured mind.
"Oh, Ranma-kun. Welcome home." Kasumi greeted him as he stepped into the kitchen, where he discovered the older girl cleaning up. Ranma briefly wondered about that, but one whiff of the air inside the kitchen revealed the reason for the late cleaning up effort.
"Hey, Kasumi." Ranma greeted her. "Akane cooked again, did she?" he inquired.
"She's a nice girl, really." Kasumi responded, though Ranma wondered if she was trying to convince him of that, or herself.
"You're a good girl, Kasumi. You're not feeling tired?" Ranma asked, putting a hand on her right shoulder while he said it. Kasumi didn't appear to hear him, but the worn look on her face vanished and her posture improved slightly. Even though he'd formulated it as a question, it appeared that she took it to heart and were affected by it. "Is there anything left of supper or did pops eat it all?" he inquired.
"I saved a plate for you." Kasumi announced and Ranma nodded as he found a covered plate in the refridgirator. He was pleasantly surprised at the amount of food she had managed to hide away from Genma and hastily set about eating up all of it, which wasn't much of a problem for someone with his appetite. He then topped his late supper off, with a couple of sandwiches and a glass of milk. Kasumi then offered him a cup of tea and a plate of cookies, which she sat down with him to share, which was a pleasant and welcome surprise.
The conversation wasn't exactly the deepest imaginable, as Ranma still hadn't found a technique that cured him of his lousy conversational skills. For someone who improvised so well in fights, it was remarkable how badly he did in everyday life without a lot of pre-planning. But it was pleasant enough, though he did wonder about Kasumi's frequent blushing and resolved to find out the reason for it. After all, he now had an excellent way to do so.
Though he didn't get the opportunity to do so for a few days, due to the hectic aquatransexual lifestyle he lived. But five days later, an opportunity presented itself. Akane was over with some of her friends. Happosai was on one of his raids. The fathers were at a council meeting, but had told the kids not to wait up, so Ranma guessed that they would take the way past at least one bar on the way home. After 'suggesting' to Kasumi that Nabiki should do the shopping because Kasumi had a house to clean and one of the items on the list were female underwear, so it wouldn't be appropriate for Ranma to do the shopping, the middle Tendo sister had also left the house, grumbling to herself about the unfairness of it all, lamenting the fact that she hadn't been able to persuade Kasumi to send Ranma off to do the shopping.
Thus he snuck into the washing room the moment he'd made a round around the house, to make certain that no fiancees or piglets were creeping about, putting a hand on her right shoulder.
"You are alone in here, Kasumi. Nobody touched you. Continue with what you are doing." he told her and her head stopped in mid-motion, having been about to turn around to see what it was he wanted. Her head swiveled back forward and she kept folding laundry. "Talk out loud to yourself. Talk about why it is that you blush so much around Ranma lately?"
"I just can rid myself of those odd dreams. I don't know why. I haven't dreamt like this about him since the Saotomes first arrived." Kasumi said, holding up one of his Chinese shirts and stared at it for a few moments.
"What sort of dreams?" Ranma asked.
"I've started dreaming about having Ranma as my fiancee again. Not just Ranma either, but Kuno, Mousse and Ryoga as well, all of them fighting for my affection. My father took me on an extended training journey when I was small, engaging me to various boys for food. But the one engagement he cares about, is the one to Ranma, so he's constantly pushing for me to get married to him." Kasumi revealed. "I'm the bestes... Best, Martial Artist in the whole wide world, proud and undefeated. Ranma is the cute fiancee. Ryoga, the big lug, is the baka-gorilla. Mousse is the violent barbarian amazon who just won't give up. Kuno isn't really a fiancee, but he fights for the affection of his innocent rose none the less."
"Ah." Ranma mumbled, nodding to himself. While she didn't appear to conciously remember Kasumi-chans playtime with him, it seemed as if it resurfaced during her dreams, as the whole thing sounded like a variant of the 'Martial Artist and fiancee'-game they'd played when she'd regressed to a child-like personality. "Again? Have you had these sort of dreams before?" he asked.
"When the Saotomes arrived, I dreamt about being engaged to Ranma for a while. He was a lot more mature then he seemed at first and I sort of regretted pushing him onto Akane, which led to some pretty interesting dreams for a while." Kasumi said to herself, hugging the shirt close to herself for a moment, before she shook her head and hastily folded it, putting it away in a pile of his laundry.
Ranma hesitated for a few moments, debating a course of action, before he steeled his mind and decided to put the matter of weather or not the techniques had worked or not to permanent rest. Besides, he had first set about trying them out because he was interested in trying out the more sexually oriented ones with someone.
"You are having another dream, Kasumi. You have married your cute fiancee, Ranma. You are alone in your home with him, folding your laundry. You desperately want to please him, desperately want to do the things he wants you to do for him. He is your beloved husband and his words are law to you." Ranma instructed her, then removed his hand from her shoulder, instead stepping up close behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up against him. "Hello, Kasumi-chan." he greeted her, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck.
"Oh, hello dear." Kasumi greeted him after a brief startled moment, relaxing against him. "Something on your mind, hmmmm?" she asked in a sultry purr, rubbing her shapely bottom against him. Despite what he had planned to do, that very unexpected action nearly caused him to yelp and jump back from her. Not to mention that it felt as if he was about to shoot his load in his pants right then and there.
"You could say that." he managed to get out in a strained tone of voice after a few moments, which he needed to recover from his shock. He had to force his hands into action, deeply ingrained instincts told him that what he was about to do would have painful consequences and his mind had to constantly fight down his body's flight instincts. Instead of merely hugging her, his hands started rowing, caressing her stomach, hips, thighs and ribs. He very carefully avoided any really sensitive areas, just in case she was merely playing along. He would have to slowly work up to anything else.
"Oh... You're a naughty boy, dearest." Kasumi purred, her own hands reaching back to caress whatever parts of him she could reach, all the while grinding her bottom against his groin, causing beads of sweat to appear on his forehead and his eyes to widen. "Pervert..." she added fondly, a word which triggered his flight instincts again, causing his mind to struggle frantically against his body in order to keep him right where he was and keep on doing what he was doing.
"Just the way you like me, eh?" Ranma whispered in a strained tone of voice. The motions of her lower body, as well as her sultry purr, was doing odd things to his mind and body. It was very nearly an out-of-body experience, as the incredible sensations he felt sent him into an altered state of mind.
"Oh, yessss..." Kasumi agreed, stretching back to grab his ass, pulling him against her, hard. He remained motionless for several seconds, his body telling him, ordering him, to go a whole lot further then he'd actually planned to do. After a brief moment of hesitation, he allowed his left hand to make trails upwards, caressing her stomach as it passed on upwards, tracing the lower countours of her breasts, before it finally slid even further upwards and passed over territory he'd long considered forbidden territory on any female body. Including his own. "Ooohhhh..." Kasumi hummed as his hand slid hesitantly across her right breast, before doing the same to her left.
"T-take..." Ranma croaked, before clearing his throat and starting over again. "Take off y-your d-dr-d-dress." he stuttered, which wasn't much better then his first attempt.
"Naughty, naughty..." Kasumi gently admonished him, but did as he asked none the less, reluctantly stepping away from him and sensually sliding out of her clothes. She didn't stop at the dress, but removed everything else as well, until she was standing before him as bare as she was born, still facing away from him.
He was completely paralyzed for a while, before he remembered that their time together was limited and that he had techniques to try out. He stepped up to her again, sliding his hands over her body, enjoying the silky feel of her unblemished skin and well-shaped body. She didn't have Akane's muscular body, or Nabiki's sex appeal, but one that had an allure all of it's own. Akane was cute, despite his claims otherwise. Nabiki was sexy, sexy as hell. But Kasumi, Kasumi was beautiful and there was *no* denying that!
All the housework she did, kept her in shape. Her hands had callouses and would have dried out some due to all the washing she did, but generous applications of soothing cremes and lotions, gave them a silky feel. None of which Ranma was aware of. She was all curves, soft and pliable, but with a deceptive strength hidden just beneath the surface. Which Ranma was all too aware of!
His hands continued to roam and he started to gently put pressure against certain points all over her body, slowly and carefully inserting small amounts of Ki in others. Kasumi's breathing deepened, her breath turned erratic and he could sense a growing desperation in her as he kept up what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, his right hand slid low and he soon found himself cupping her most private of regions, amazed at what he was doing and with whom.
If someone had told him a week ago that he would be doing this with Kasumi, he would have laughed in their faces.
He marveled at the moisture which gathered on his fingers and tenatively caressed the area they were resting against, slowly getting a mental picture of what she must look like there. Anything he could do, to distract himself from the ever increasing pressure from a currently very troublesome part of his body, that kept screaming for attention and pleading for release.
He ignored it, fighting the urges, desires and wants down, just as he always did and always had. It was a lot harder to do now, however. But he had a plan and he was going to follow it to the letter. Kasumi was a nice girl and while he realized that what he was doing was wrong, that it was abusing the confidence and trust Kasumi had in him, a betrayal of the worst kind, he belived that what he was doing now wasn't completely unforgiveable. Not if he kept on ignoring certain urges and just stuck to his plan.
His fingers kept up their explorations, breaking off for gentle caresses and explorative probing. Kasumi's legs became unsteady and she swayed in his arms, supporting herself against him to stay upright. /Something must defenetively be working./ Ranma pondered as he desperately strained to ignore his urges, while keeping the techniques he'd read about in the forefront of his mind, so he woudln't be making any misstakes.
He stopped his ministrations for a while and picked the older girl up, carrying her over to the washing machine which he placed her down onto, before he started to finger her to to increasingly higher levels of extacy, until she came with a drawn-out whimper and a powerful full-body shudder. Ranma gently kept her upright and slowly fingered her for a while longer as she recovered, before he withdrew and moved his hands to caress other parts of her body for a while.
Then he was suddenly knocked back, as Kasumi suddenly seemed to materialize against him. He never even saw her move, but all of a sudden, she was clinging against him, her legs wrapped around him and her lips sealed against his, as she ravaged his mouth with her toungue. He hadn't planned on doing that, kissing felt a lot more intimate then what he had in mind. What he had in mind was more along the lines of mutual masturbation and he hadn't planned on Kasumi becomming so agressive all of a sudden.
His urges were now screaming even louder, demanding satisfaction even more insistently then before, but he eventually managed to beat them down to a manageble level and pull away from Kasumi, who whimpered at the loss and tried to recapture his lips again, which he just barely managed to avoid.
"Kneel, Kasumi-chan..." he managed to croak out and she seemed surprised for a moment, before she slowly unwrapped her legs from around him, before slowly, ever so excrutiatingly slowly, sliding down his body, apparently taking great delight in teasing him by stopping and rubbing her ample mounds against his body, taking extra care to do stop for a longer time when they were around groin-level.
Ranma's eyes rolled around in their sockets and he uttered a keening moan. Kami, had he known how this could feel, he wouldn't have tried so damnably hard to stop Shampoo from glomping him in the past. Hell, he didn't know if he could do so at all in the future. In fact, he wondered if he would be able to stop himself from giving her a few pointers and suggestions for her future glomps. Having his face buried between her breasts was nice, though he knew that it led to pain so he always tried to prevent her from shoving her attributes against him. But now... But now he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if Shampoo was doing what Kasumi was right now.
Hell, it would be worth a couple of malletings if it felt even half as good as this did.
Before he'd recovered enough to regain a sense of his surroundings, Kasumi bit down on the waistband of his trousers and pulled them downwards. By the time Ranma became aware of what was going on, she'd slid her hands up his legs and started caressing his trousers downwards with tiny, teasing movements that nearly drove him crazy. Then she kissed his belly-button, her toungue darting out into the tiny little hollow and he finally crumbled, shooting a load into his boxers, one final jet of semen emerging just as his boxers was pulled down low enough to reveal his trembling organ.
"Oh, Ranma-kun... You haven't done that since our wedding night." Kasumi said with a surprised note, then grinned as Ranma blushed so furiously that he could get a job as a red stoplight. "I must be doing *something* right!" she exclaimed with a satisfied purr, then Ranma instantly went from bright red to pale white, as Kasumi licked him.
There.
Right there.
Right where it counted.
/Notintheplans, notintheplans, notintheplans, notintheplans!/ Ranma mentally chanted, completely paralyzed in shock. Then he became absolutely listless, as Kasumi suddenly took him into her mouth. /Warmth... Wetness... Heaven.../ Ranma felt as if he was floating in warm water as he stumbled backwards with Kasumi struggling to keep up, slamming into the wall with a grunt, which jolted his mind back into semi-functional order. /No! Stick with the plans, jackass!/ he mentally berated himself.
While he had read about this and was terribly curious, it wasn't among his carefully laid plans and that was bad. He was loosing control of the situation and in this sort of situation, that was bad beyond belief! /Focus... Control.../ he mentally rambled, as he gently pulled Kasumi's mouth off a very delicate piece of personal equipment. She looked up at him with a question in her bewildered eyes, which suddenly became alight with sudden understanding as he pulled her slightly higher up and then bent down, placing his slick member between her breasts.
She opened her mouth and expelled a generous wad of saliva and semen, then rubbed it across the general area, before shoving her appealing mammaries together, enveloping Ranma's iron-hard member in a very appealing silky sheath. With a shit-eating grin, she slowly raised herself, then maddeningly slowly decended. Ranma moaned out loud, while it couldn't compare with the glorious sensation of being in her mouth, it was still one of the most glorious sensations he'd ever experienced and it didn't take long for him to climax again, spraying her neck and jaw, laying down a trail of grayish white across her silky-smooth skin.
"You liked that one, huh?" Kasumi mumbled as Ranma slumped to the floor, sliding down against the wall until he was seated on the ground with her kneeling between his legs. "Oh, but you're a mess..." she said, then bent forward and once again, he found himself lodged in her mouth and caressed by her toungue, as she sucked, licked and nibbled him clean again.
He couldn't even voice a protest. He'd never felt this weak in his entire life, the weakness crap Happosai had pulled on him didn't even come close. He was completely listless, more tired and exhausted then he'd ever been before. By the time she was done, he'd recovered somewhat and was once again at full mast. He blanched in horror as he saw that Kasumi was about to mount him and instantly reacted, shoving her off him.
It had already gone too far, too far away from what he had planned. Neither kisses or blowjobs had been on his list of things to do. And vaginal penetration *certainly* hadn't!
"Ow! What... Darling? What's wrong?" Kasumi inquired, a hurt and ancious expression on her face.
"Time for a nap, Kasumi." Ranma said and the hurt vanished from her eyes, being replaced with a blank look. Her expression became serene, distractedly happy in a way. He awkwardly got up onto his feet, then helped Kasumi into an upright position.
He led the unresponsive girl over to the furo, where he hastily cleaned them both off and had Kasumi brush her teeth. After that came tidying up the washing room at a frantic pace, using liberal amounts of citrus-scented soap to cover up the rather pugent odeur that had settled over the washing room after the recent activities therein. After a final look at Kasumi, he ordered her to get dressed and get back into the position she had been in when he first entered the washing room.
"A few moments after I say 'Daydreaming again, Kasumi?', you are going to emerge from a daydream. It seems as if you've just had a rather naughty dream about being married to Ranma and a rather erotic encounter between the two of you in this very room. You will shake it off and continue with what you were doing, lamenting that you spent so much time daydreaming." Ranma ordered, then recalled the problem Kasumi was having with dreaming about him at night. "You will stop having dreams about being engaged to Ranma. You were just feeling lonely and used dreaming about being with Ranma as an outlet. The weird daydream you just had will make you realize this." he added, then moved over to the door and walked outside, stopping around the doorway. "Daydreaming again, Kasumi?" Ranma said, then hastily snuck away, as Kasumi resumed folding laundry, blushing furiously at the rather naughty daydream that had just distracted her.
Ranma instantly headed for the guest room, dug out the book from where it was hidden and started reading. After all the unexpected things he'd just experienced, he realized that he had a lot left to learn before he would even dare to think about trying something like this again!
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