Master PC for Idiots: SNOWBALLING (LEMON) [Episode 129499]

by Doronron

THWACK!

"Ow!" Ryouga rubbed the top of his head. "What'd you do that for?"

The new girl was glaring at him, resting her bokken in her arms. "Peasants know their right from their left, do they not?"

"Ahh," Ryouga winced at the stinging pain. "I guess?"

"Then methinks you should, as well!" the new girl growled. She turned on her heel and stalked off.

Ryouga could still feel pain from the new girl’s wooden sword. He hissed as he probed the forming not. She was really strong! He studied her movements as he stepped in behind. Graceful and capable. The new girl was definitely a fighter of some kind. She used a sword, so maybe he could pick up a few techniques for his umbrella. Or possibly teach her a few things. Hold on. "Did you just call me a peasant?" He barked.

She turned to glare at him from over her shoulder. For a brief moment, her upper thighs, the peach of her ass, and the small of her back were clearly outlined by her loose robe. Ryouga gulped and looked away, his thoughts flashing back to the first moment he saw her...and her glory. She was probably quite flexible. He definitely wanted a sparring match with her! Apparently satisfied, the new girl picked up the pace, ignoring him.

Ryouga sighed and bowed his head. Just another girl. He was curious, to say the least, but he was nothing like that womanizing cad, Saotome! He growled under his breath. Ryouga tuned women out. Thanks to his curse and his wild sense of direction, Ryouga knew it was impossible to get close to any girl, either figuratively or literally. The shame of it all! Destined to wander while that cad had his way with helpless young women!

There were only two real girls in his life. Akane, sweet and innocent. Akari, one who loved him even with his defects. He couldn't spend enough time with either of them. And there Ranma sat, women at his beck and call, stringing them all along.

Thanks to the cad's fiendish tricks, Ryouga had some of his innocence stolen by Ranma, as well! It pained him to admit it, but any woman willing to accept him as the damaged goods he was certainly must be a saint.

"Peasant!" Ryouga looked up. The new girl stood on the far side of the block, tapping her bokken. Akane stood a little behind the new girl, her expression guarded. The new girl stomped towards Ryouga and glared at him. Ryouga shrank back a bit, expecting another whack. "Very well," the new girl growled. She grabbed his arm, and yanked him towards her. "If you can't seem to keep your feet on the right path, I suppose I must guide you!"

"That's alright, miss," Ryouga stammered, embarrassed. "I can follow you just fine."

"Obviously not!" the new girl snorted. "I will ensure you reach our destination. Do not tarry any longer."

"Yes, miss." Ryouga ducked his head. Surely a saint, indeed.

"Plebes," the new girl grumbled to herself.

Ryouga snuck a glance at the new girl. Considerate and obviously trained. She sure was nice...

Ryouga felt the new girl's warmth, her strength where she held him. Guiding him. Ryouga swallowed the lump in his throat. When did things get so complicated?

"Ryouga?" Akane was looking at him funny.

"Huh?" Ryouga replied, scratching the back of his head as he looked around. They were already back in the Tendo Dojo? Saotome sat like a coward with his mother and Kasumi-san. Nodoka-san focused on the steaming cup of tea before her. Kasumi-san rubbed the older woman's back.

"I asked if you'd like something to eat." Akane was exasperated. The new girl was looking at the floor, tapping her foot. A delicate blush spread across her cheeks. Ryouga looked away, blushing from embarrassment.

"Dear?" Ranma-chan asked, her voice lilting through darkened room. Ryouga noticed Akane flinch. Another something to add to Saotome's list. The redhead rose and made for the kitchen.

Ryouga looked around, trying to regain some of his composure. "Hey," He said, "Where's Nabiki?"

-----

Gos stretched out across his bed and sighed in contentment. Today was just too nice to let school ruin it. He rubbed his sticky palms against the covers. His ace in the hole to convince his parents that he was really sick while avoiding the doctor was cold, clammy palms. You'd double over in pain, and while moaning...you'd lick your hands. This was the fifth day for the semester. A childish trick, but it worked.

He waited quietly, and listened. He was rewarded a few minutes later as he heard the front door downstairs open, then shut. His mother was going to work for the morning. Gos grinned. More than enough time to get things done. All the better that he didn't have to avoid Tendo-san in the process.

Gos rolled, then took the three steps to cross his room and sprawl at his desk. A few quick clicks, and he was back online, looking up for something, anything, that would make someone as cold as Tendo-san suddenly have the hots for his body. The hots. For his body. It wasn't like he was getting any regular attention, but NABIKI? He only wanted Akane to think that way of him. He wished it was her chasing him. He'd gladly let the well-built girl win that race! Being a martial artist and all, he was sure she had more...endurance...than the rest of the girls. Too bad she never noticed him. He had to change all that!

The door to his bedroom creaked open, and Gos sighed in frustration. "Yes, Mom?" he groaned.

"Not quite." came the familiar drawl.

Gos' heart began to pound as he turned his chair. Standing in his door, blocking any hope of escape, was Nabiki. Tight school uniform. Short, short ponytails. Long, white stockings. Bright pink lipstick. A book bag and a pair of glasses. A small grin spread across her face. Her teeth bared, Nabiki had become some kind of carnivorous lolicon nightmare.

Instinctively trying to get some distance between them, Gos crawled up onto his desk, causing his computer to beep its displeasure. His hyperventilating increased as Nabiki took slow, measured steps into the room. Her shoes hit the wooden floor like a second hand ticking off a condemned man's last moments.

"H-How?" Gos whimpered. Would his mother have let this demoness in? What kind of fiendish hold did Tendo-san have over his dear mother. Why did she make him start thinking like Kuno-sempai? Nabiki stopped, rocked on her heels and thrust her chest out.

"Class President Nabiki Tendo coming to check on the poor, sick Hikaru-kun," She cooed, "And I brought you your homework." Her eyes, though, seemed to suggest something much more malevolent. She stepped closer, "I need you to look up something on tentacle demons for me." Gos skittered to the side, glancing to the door, then back to her. What did she want with tentacle demons? Were her designs on his body worse than he thought? His hands searched desperately for something, anything he could use to ward her off. He found cold, cool metal.

Gos whipped his weapon towards her. An ornate, gold cross. "Stay back!" He cried, stepping forward. She chuckled, and plucked the cross from his trembling fingers.

"Hikaru-kun," she giggled. "I'm not evil." She studied the cross for a moment, turning it over in her hands, stroking it. She locked eyes with Gosunkugi as she idly tasted the metal of the cross with the tip of her tongue.

Gos swallowed hard as Nabiki laid the length of her tongue to the cross's ridged ornamentation. She extended her tongue down its length, bathing every ridge and bump. Working her way up, inch by inch.

Her pink lips parted, allowing access, as she engulfed the cross. Going down, wrapping around it. Gosunkugi's shocked expression shifted from her pouting, lush lips, back to her eyes. After a moment, Nabiki drew it in, still worshipping it with her tongue, sucking the cross like a sacred lollipop.

Gos whimpered as Nabiki reached the hilt, then slowly, slowly pulled back. Slick from her saliva and slightly pink from her lipstick, the cross was slowly drawn back out as Nabiki kept up her suction. Nabiki cooed as she polished the cross with her lips and tongue.

The cross came out with a small pop. Nabiki's eyes remained locked on Gosunkugi's.

Gos braced himself against the table as blood began to trickle from his nose. Nabiki's hips swayed as she stepped closer. She laid a hand against his chest, savoring for a moment the race of his heartbeat, licking the blood from his face, before she grabbed his shirt and flung him towards the bed.

He twisted, fell back, as he stared at Nabiki with wide eyes. She reached down with a hungry expression, and ripped open his shirt, the buttons flying. Her hands roamed his chest as he closed his eyes and groaned.

Gos gasped and took in a sharp breath as he felt her teeth slightly bite his nipples, her tongue swirling his areola. Hands went further down, slightly tickling his stomach on their way to his hips.

He could feel her grin as she kissed downwards. He shifted as she hooked her thumbs into his trousers and pulled. The pants fell. His underwear, though, took longer. She took it in her teeth and buried her nose into his groin, slowly pulling downward. He groaned at the sensation of the cotton sliding down his legs.

He felt pressure on his scrotum as deft fingers stroked and massaged. His back arched as he instantly sprang to attention. He jolted at the sound of Nabiki's giggle, but he was too wrapped up in the sensations to care. Warm breath heated his rising manhood, and he smiled.

A light kiss to the head of his cock, and the bed shifted. Cotton draped over his stomach as something warm and wet touched him right there...she wasn't wearing any panties. For a moment, the two stayed like that. His eyes closed, his back slightly arched, questing for her with his cock. She stayed straddled just above him, her body heat teasing him, luring him.

Finally, she sank, groaning as his manhood parted, then stretched her, then filled her. He felt her folds pulling, pulsing, and he tensed. She pulled back, letting the air in the room cool their moist junction, then slid back down. Gos groaned, and responded in kind, meeting her halfway.

He reached up and held her flanks. Her hands closed over his, controlling his pace. He pulled, she pushed. She leaned over, her hair tickling his chest as her teeth and tongue found his nipples, ears, neck. The bed shifted and squeaked rhythmically as she arched backwards. Her nails dug into his sides.

Gos's mind raced. He kept his eyes closed as he imagined her, swollen with his seed. Pregnant belly overhanging her short school skirt, stretching her blouse to its limit. He saw her breasts swelling, filling, then overflowing her bra. That cute little waddle as she braced her back. The blush of love mixed with the heat of lust. Holding within her the fruit of their love, her hand stroking her swollen belly with tenderness. Her love for him embodied in this one biological act.

God, it made him so hard! Gos wanted to take her, open her, possess her! He would leave his mark deep in her womb. His child in her stomach would be a sign to the world that she was his and his alone! She was so pure, so innocent. The only one. Akane. Waitaminute. This wasn't sweet, innocent Akane. This was NABIKI. Sharp teeth, red eyes, his testicles encased in gold dangling from her ears NABIKI. His eyes shot open, and he reacted instinctively to preserve his manhood just as something cold and hard pressed against his rear entrance.

Nabiki's feminine shriek of frustration followed Gosunkugi's equally feminine squeal of terror. With fear induced strength, he had pulled her off in mid-stroke, her cunt reflexively squeezing to hold on, and pushed her to the floor. Her legs splayed out from under her as she landed on her ass. Before she could get to her feet, he was up and out the window. She stumbled to the open window, sore between her legs, and glared at the stumbling, hobbling Gosunkugi in the backyard below.

"Gosunkugi!" She screeched. "Get back here and fill me you little twit!" Damn! He left her hanging right at the edge. She did so love challenges, but this was getting ridiculous! She stalked towards the door, intent on following him. She gripped the cross in her hand, knuckles white. She'd be a little slower than she wanted, a little sore from his rough treatment, but she'd catch him. Oh yes, she'd catch him. Then she'd plant him with her high heel up his ass. Five inch stilettos. Yes. That would make sure he felt her displeasure. The cute little waddle he'd have afterwards would make sure everybody knew Hikaru was her property. Hers alone!

Nabiki stopped and sighed. She had liked the feel of him inside her, throbbing and stroking. He was longer than she thought, and Nabiki had to smile at that. Quite the specimen in such an unassuming package. Gos would realize soon enough, Nabiki took good care of her property.

Why did she come over, again? Information on that creature! "Dammit!" she groaned. He did it to her again!

-----

Dai-chan shifted in her sleep, smiling. Sore between her legs, she mumbled as she lay sandwiched between two bodies, savoring their heat. She could feel Roshi-chan's breasts pressed up against her back, even as she wrapped her hand around a large, inviting pole. This wasn't right.

The only man Dai-chan had ever slept with was Hiroshi-kun, and this cock certainly didn't belong to him. The last thing she remembered was Konatsu-chan and the rooftop. Watching the dickgirl leap at her. Dai-chan jerked up, gasping as she pulled back from the warm, pulsing thing.

Dai-chan pulled herself to her feet as her partners groaned and woke. She looked down, blushing at the sight of Roshi-chan's supple, well rounded body or Konatsu-chan's large tool and heavy chest. If it hadn't been for more pressing matters, like how they reached their current state of undress, she'd easily consider such a potential experience. Her eyes downcast, she fanned herself for a moment as the heat rose in her cheeks, then Dai-chan realized just how she was behaving and forced herself to stop. Roshi-chan gave a questioning grunt, and Dai-chan caught her expression.

Dai-chan turned to the kunoichi as the dickgirl began to sob. "Ukyo-sama," Konatsu whimpered, "What have I done?"

Roshi-chan rubbed the distraught dickgirl's back as she looked towards Dai-chan.

"Ah..." Dai-chan began, "It wasn't your fault."

"What?" The dickgirl turned to her. Dai-chan shifted from foot to foot, unable to meet Konatsu-chan's gaze.

"Well?" Dai-chan hesitated. "We were too late." Dai-chan watched Konatsu's eyes grow bigger. Was it betrayal? "What I mean is. We were hunting for that creature. And you. We were trying to stop it."

"I don't understand. All I remember was being attacked by some horrible thing. Dark." Konatsu-chan buried her face into her arms. "I was violated."

"We can stop it." Roshi-chan blurted. "We're witches."

"Huh?" the kunoichi looked up. Roshi-chan glanced at Dai-chan and shrugged.

"What my partner means is, we were sent to stop these creatures from ravaging innocent young girls. We can fight them, but..." Dai-chan trailed off.

"We need help. We need warriors." Roshi-chan added, trying to keep up with her partner. Dai-chan noticed her partner's breathing growing more ragged.

"People to fight the things while we capture them." Dai-chan finished.

"But what about these?" Konatsu-chan hefted her breasts. "I was born a man."

"Ummm," Dai-chan's breath caught. She paused for a moment to wipe the drool away and tried to focus. "That means you're special." Dai-chan knelt before Konatsu, her lips close.

"That means you're a sexy warrior. One of the chosen to help us fight. To save the people you love." Roshi-chan added. Dai-chan leaned back, feeling the heat within swell, watching her partner lean in to Konatsu-chan. Roshi-chan began to idly rub the dickgirl's flanks, slowly reaching up, to cup the kunoichi's breast. Konatsu-chan pulled away.

"I need to think." Konatsu whimpered. "I'm not sure I can handle this." Dai-chan pulled back, blushing. "I need to go." Konatsu mumbled as the dickgirl stood and gathered her clothes.

"Would you like us to go with you?" Roshi-chan stood and took Konatsu's arm. Konatsu-chan blushed and looked away.

"No. I'll be alright. I think I've done enough." Konatsu pulled on her skirt and blouse, looking down. Dai-chan and Roshi-chan took each other's hands as they watched Konatsu-chan leap away with a few quick kicks.

"Do you think she really will be alright?" Dai-chan asked as she leaned into her partner's shoulder.

"Don't know." Roshi-chan replied. "We ought to follow her." Roshi-chan began to gather her clothes. Dai-chan hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.

"We can catch up on the brooms. Make sure she doesn't go all Fluffy on us, again." Dai-chan mumbled.

"We have to, now. You and that damn 'witch' story!" Roshi-chan snorted.

"It was your manga, you idiot!" Dai=chan glared, her fists on her hips. She was still a little sore, and starting to get grumpy.

Roshi-chan sighed as she finished putting on her skirt, then slid next to the still naked Dai-chan. Roshi-chan's hand moved lower. Dai-chan moaned, bit her lower lip, as she leaned into Roshi-chan's ministrations.

"Man, I'm still horny." Dai-chan gasped. Roshi-chan pulled the other pervert closer and cupped Dai-chan's breast.

"Me, too." Roshi-chan nibbled on Dai-chan's ear. "We'll do something about it after we check up on Konatsu-chan?"

"I call guy-form." Dai-chan said.

"No way! I get to be the guy this time."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

"Sure."

"One, Two, Three!"

"Damn! Just go get your broom..."

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