[Episode 157606] [Episode 157606]Lady Billingham: I'm sure you're wrong!
Lord Wildworth: I'm sure I am, but it frequently gets a laugh
Social etiquette insisted that she dress demurely around Ranma as she did for everyone else. But this was an unbearable requirement. Behaving naturally around Ranma was her only freedom; restraining herself would be like cutting off a piece of her body.
If it were only a question of propriety, she wouldn't have cared. The real problem was the imposition Kasumi was making on Ranma.
There were a host of disgusting names for young ladies who used their bodies to intentionally arouse young men and then turn around and deny them, leaving them to suffer. And while Kasumi was completely innocent of doing that there were similarities.
Kasumi was not trying to tempt Ranma just to feel a sense of control or superiority over Ranma. Kasumi was not trying to arouse Ranma for her own pleasure. Kasumi was not taking pleasure in Ranma's frustration, or using her body to make an attack in the battles between the sexes. She had done nothing wrong.
Yet Ranma had suffered indirectly from her actions, and as a caring person she couldn't ignore it even if it weren't her intent or her responsibility. She wouldn't change her actions, so she felt it was her moral duty to try to alleviate the suffering she caused.
By her very nature, Ranma was taunted by her desirability. She knew no man in his position could help but desire her. And having to force himself away must hurt. It was obvious that she had aroused his desire this morning to the point where he had to flee to the bathroom to masturbate. She wished that she hadn't had that effect on him, but she was resolved to do what she could to make up for it.
When Ranma came home from the doctors, everyone else besides Kasumi were out trying to find him and bend his will to one plan or another, leaving Kasumi alone, and free to indulge herself.
Unsure whom it was who had arrived, Kasumi left the bath wearing two towels, one around her long hair, and one around her middle. Had she realized she was safe from other's eyes, she would have foregone the towel which preserved her modesty, as she had dried off before leaving the bathroom, and only needed the single towel for her still damp hair.
So it was a nominally decently dressed Kasumi that ran into Ranma as she proceeded from the bath to her room.
"How did your visit to Dr. Tofu go? Was he able to prescribe something for you?"
Kasumi's towel was barely long enough to cover her bottom. As a miniskirt it might have been indecent; unless she were very careful with how she moved, it would flash her panties to the world. But, of course, she wasn't wearing any under her towel. Luckily, because Ranma was standing, the towel provided decent coverage.
"Better than that! Pills would have been an awful mess, someone would a stolen them before the week was out. We used a shiatsu method to make me sterile for the next year."
Because he was standing so close to Kasumi, he wasn't tempted to stare at her long legs. It was the way the towel was tucked in on itself, just above her breasts, holding the towel in place which attracted Ranma's eyes. Kasumi noticed, of course, but considered it perfectly normal, and not worth acknowledging.
"A year? Was that wise?" Even though it had been at Kasumi's instigation, she balked at what seemed such a lasting change. While she had suggested the possibility of a vasectomy among the options she had presented to Ranma, she had discarded it quickly as both too drastic and risky. Her other suggestions would wear off faster than a year.
"I think so. I can't imagine I'd be ready to be a father while I'm in high school. For me to regret it I'd have ta fall in love, resolve the fiancee mess, propose, find a way to support a family, and marry. That'd take a year even if people helped me."
"I suppose so." Kasumi raised her hands to the towel in her hair, and shook it to dry her hair. Ranma's gaze never faltered from the way her movements thrust her chest up and out, and how the shaking caused her breasts to move. Had Ranma not been standing so close to Kasumi he would probably have noticed how the raising of her arms caused the bottom of Kasumi's towel rose three inches above the bottom of her crotch. "It just seems like an awful long time. Can you reverse it?"
"Nope. Neither Tofu nor I have any idea how ta stop it. So neither of us can be drugged, threatened, or blackmailed to change it. Do you really think I might want to get someone pregnant in the next year?"
"No. I suppose not. How do you feel about it?"
"Like I've just dodged something nasty. Ever since you mentioned it, I kept imagining everything that could have gone wrong. It's a relief."
Standing as close to Ranma as she was, she was unable to see how her appearance had made him as erect as his trousers permitted. "Does this shiatsu point have any ... side effects?" It suddenly had occurred to her that the shiatsu might have been chosen to make Ranma impotent as well as infertile. Ranma hadn't ever given any indication that he enjoyed being a sexual being; while Kasumi knew that he masturbated, he never gave any indication that he was doing it for pleasure rather than necessity. Kasumi suddenly worried he might have considered impotence either a small price to pay, or a blessed relief from his stressful life. "The shiatsu didn't leave you ... impotent, did it?"
Ranma had almost panicked when Kasumi asked him about side effects. Discussing his sexual virility with his male doctor was extremely embarrassing. While he didn't want to lie to Kasumi, he couldn't beat around the bush to a direct question, and he didn't think he could tell her that he could potentially make love longer and with less breaks than he could beforehand.
Thankfully, Kasumi had clarified her question. "No, no, no! If it did, then I wouldn't be... . I mean ... ."
Luckily for Ranma's peace of mind, Kasumi was able to smile without trace of amusement or leer.
Ranma was taking advantage of the fact that everyone else besides Kasumi had left the house. He was using his bedroom to remove the obvious signs of his sexual arousal by working his way through his sexual tension. Once he achieved release, he should be able to safely converse with a half-dressed Kasumi for a while without feeling overwhelmed.
He only needed a few more moments when he was interrupted by a knock on the door, and the door opening without waiting for a response. Kasumi's greeting of "Ranma." through the opening door coincided with Ranma's warning "I'm not dressed!", as Ranma placed a pillow in his lap due to his lack of time to pull up his boxers and trousers.
Unfortunately, the pillow was the best he could grab from his position. Unfortunately, Kasumi ignored his entreaty for privacy and walked right in.
She acted as if Ranma's position were perfectly normal, smiling at Ranma without a trace of shock or leer. She had after all expected it from what she had heard before entering, and she had entered without waiting permission because she knew that if she had given Ranma a chance to react, he would have forbidden her entry until he could have concealed all signs of his activities. In which case it would have been nearly impossible to get him to talk about it.
Ranma was shocked, not only by the way she had barged in and caught him, not only by the way she accepted the sight of him with his pants around his ankles and a pillow over his privates as normal, but also by her outfit.
Kasumi uncharacteristically was wearing jewelry. Her necklace was just a simple silver chain drawing attention to her graceful neck. And in her ears she wore earrings; they were also silver, only slightly bigger than studs, but they caught the light and sparkled. They looked like some kind of birds in flight, wings outstretched, but at that distance Ranma couldn't be any more precise in describing them.
Kasumi wasn't wearing anything else.
Ranma was too startled to say anything as Kasumi gracefully strode over to Ranma's desk chair, and sat facing him. With both her feet resting on the floor, only her knee blocked Ranma's sight of her groin. As she was sitting naturally, and not in some contrived position to preserve modesty, her knees were a few inches apart.
If Ranma moved his head a little, he would have been able to look between her legs; once he realized this, he ceased any movement that might get him in even more trouble. Unfortunately this left him tongue-tied with his hand grasping his cock under a pillow while he stared at a sweetly smiling Kasumi's bare breasts.
"Ranma, I've been thinking..." Kasumi trailed off as she tried to decide the best way to explain her thoughts.
"Err, can we discuss this later?"
Kasumi shook her head. "Because I feel safe being myself around you, I've been inadvertently teasing and tantalizing you with my body. Unfortunately I can't bring myself to stop."
"Uh, I haven't really minded."
Kasumi grinned, "That's nice of you to say. Still I can't go on teasing you and forcing you to flee to get relief, and I can't bring myself to hide myself from you like I do with everyone else. So the only thing I can do is to help you deal with the trouble I've created in a mature and logical fashion."
"How are you going to do that?"
For the first time, Kasumi stared momentarily straight at the pillow preserving Ranma's modesty. "I turned you on in the hallway. You were imagining me wearing just a towel." Kasumi was making statements instead of questions so that Ranma wouldn't try to deny the obvious. "Instead of just imagining me, I'm going to allow you to see me in reality while you ... relax your pent up tensions."
"You want me to..."
"I want you to do whatever gives you pleasure; and instead of using your imagination, I'm going to let you look at me."
Ranma obviously had no idea what the proper thing to do in this situation was, It seemed thee best thing to do in this case was to quickly get this situation over with, and then he could think it through later when he wasn't so aroused and when they were wearing more clothes.
Leaving the pillow hiding Kasumi's view, he proceeded to stroke himself. Unfortunately this situation, while not an embarrassment to her, was embarrassing to him. He couldn't forget she was in the room watching him, and his nervousness made it impossible to successfully perform.
But the sight of her in the room, naked, kept him erect; trapped on the wrong side of release. He couldn't pretend she was merely an image for his enjoyment because of the little movements she made as she sat there. The rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the licking of her lips in appreciation all pointed to the fact that someone was watching him masturbate.
He couldn't even pretend by closing his eyes and going back to imagining her, because he could hear her in the room.
It took Kasumi a while to realize Ranma's problem. She had read that young men without experience were unlikely to take this long. At first she attributed it to stamina, but it soon became apparent to her that he was suffering from performance anxiety. Her effort to help Ranma made his situation worse. What should she do?
She didn't want to just abandon it; she wanted to help him. So what should she do to get him beyond his little difficulty? Kasumi decided what she needed to do was to distract him from thinking about the situation so that his natural desires could work themselves through. He was thinking too much about the situation. So what could she do to get his mind off of his thoughts?
Up until now, she had been sitting more or less still. Instead, without looking away from Ranma's face, she started massaging her breasts. She began; leaving her nipples exposed while she fondled her breasts from below, but quickly added playing with her nipples to her repertoire.
Once again, Ranma was shocked into immobility with his hand grasping his cock. Kasumi's actions were incredible to him. Kasumi had to urge Ranma to go back to playing with himself, but despite his repetitive actions, his thoughts were centered on the display before him.
One of Kasumi's hands abandoned her breast, and proceeded to her lap. She spread her knees for Ranma's benefit, and while resting her fingers at the top of her pussy, she proceeded to move them in a circular pattern, pulling the flesh with them, and incidentally causing her clitoris to be repeatedly indirectly stimulated.
Ranma had never seen a vagina up close without a fight or other alarums and excursions distracting him. He was captivated by the mysterious sight, to the point where he didn't notice he had dropped the pillow, and Kasumi finally saw Ranma's cock.
Had she leered, he might have regained his self consciousness, but she just continued to smile and sigh in pleasure. A live male phallus might have been a new sight for Kasumi, but Ranma's earlier hypnotic commands made it impossible for Kasumi to feel shame or embarrassment. She regarded her increased arousal as perfectly normal.
Instead, Kasumi unconsciously licked her lips and let out a little groan. This, it seemed, was sufficient to trigger Ranma's orgasm, which seemed the strongest he'd ever had. Even though Kasumi had never touched him, the excitement of performing with a partner made his release stronger than ever before.
The sight of Ranma, who in a sense was brought to orgasm solely because of Kasumi's actions, was sufficient to trigger Kasumi's orgasm. The knowledge that she had been responsible for causing Ranma such pleasure, the first time she had ever brought a human to orgasm, was a wonderful sensation for Kasumi. While she had never doubted her sexiness and ability to pleasure someone, the first time she had actually done it made her feel wonderful.
Following Aramis' facetious comment, Porthos decided he could end the warfare by blowing Cardinal Richelieu's mind... as well as other parts of him
S.E.
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