There wasn't any sort of wish to do anything terrible, but he knew that he had to do something or go nuts. So he had come up to think and try to figure out what to do about it. He knew that if he simply stayed as he was, he would get into a fight that would cause him some sort of difficulty, like if a pretty girl challenged him. But despite his assurance to Miss Hinako, he didn't know how to fix it.
Which had left him running through things in circles. So on one of his circuts around the place, he had gone up to the roof, but not without telling someone first.
"Ranma, are you around here?" Nabiki asked as she came up the stairs.
"Over here," he called out.
"Oh good. Now what is the problem?"
He stared at her for a moment and then slowly blinked. "Huh? What d'ya mean?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowned at him. "You don't have the look that you did when you wanted to borrow money. It can't be a need for some sort of information, as you never really come to me for that. And you look too upset for sex, so that's out too. So, there has to be something wrong."
"Yeah, well... there is."
"Then tell me what it is, if you can."
"It's just that... Why did ya become my slave?"
That stopped her for a moment. "Pardon?"
"I mean, all of ya are lettin' me 'own' ya, and be your 'Master' but I don't know what I really want ta, or can, do with it."
"You're confused?"
"That's about it. I'm tryin' ta figure out what ya all want me ta do, so I can do it. But while I am, I'm gettin' all these... urges that I've never felt before!"
"I'd expect so."
"Really?"
The middle Tendo daughter nodded. "With your naivete, I would have thought that you'd blow long before this."
"Now you're makin' fun of me! Here I am, stuck so that I'm startin' ta notice how good lookin' my teacher is, and ya are crackin' jokes!"
"That's exactly what I'm not doing."
"Huh?"
Sighing, she gave him a shake of her head. "As far as I can tell, you've never really have never really had a chance to really note the physical attractiveness of girls. So when you got a chance to lay a bunch of them, you started seeing them not only as people you know, but as sex objects."
"But I don't wanna see girls as sex objects!"
"Then what do you want to see them as?"
"I dunno... But not as things..."
"You're serious?"
"Uhh... yeah..."
"Then realise one thing. Girls are going to attract you. That's a given. But it's natural to imagine things about some of them.
"It is?"
"Yes. It's called 'fantasing' and most people do it. And in your situation, you have six willing girls that you can live yours out with."
"But shouldn't I make sure to keep tryin' ta bring theirs ta life?" he asked hesitantly.
"That's a good idea, but remember, not only are you allowed to put some of your own in, but as our Master, your supposed to take control of us."
"I'm not sure... I mean, that's a bit much..."
"Listen Saotome," she told him irritably, jabbing a finger at him, "That's what this sort of relationship is. You're supposed to lord over us, make us do whatever you want to, at your slightest whim. It's wonderful that you want to make our fantasies come true, but this is one of them, and all of the fantasies that you bring to life are done so in the way that you want them to. We're your slaves, toys, playthings, or whatever you want to call us, but you're the one in charge, got it?"
What she said make him step back and blink for a moment as the information settled in. They made him realise that he'd been doing what he had always done, shying away from the intimate parts of himself. But he'd already been intimate with each of them, and all of them knew about the others. Plus, none of them had ever gone and done anything about disagreeing with him. He'd being hovering on the edge, and as such, hadn't really thought of it in those terms. It simply had never occured to him to think that he could make his fantasies real, at the same time that he would bring up theirs.
A slow smirk spread across his face and he looked at the older girl under hooded eyes. "So, ya guys are supposed ta be doin' whatever I tell ya?"
Something in his eyes made her breath catch as she answered him. "Ye...yes..."
"Heh. Then what if I told ya to lift up the front of your skirt up past your waist?"
"Then I would do it..."
"Do it."
Working a lump past her throat, she reached down and lifted her skirt as he had ordered her too. The action exposed her panty clad crotch, but she didn't do anything to cover up. She simply stood there, waiting for some sign of what he was planning.
That came in the form of him coming over behind her, leaning so that her back pressed against his chest. Reaching around her, he cupped one firm breast through her blouse and hefted the full orb. "Ya know, I was always kinda surprised that ya would let me do this."
"You were Ranma?"
A small smack on her rear made her jerk, but she stood in her stance as he licked dry lips before adressing her. "That's 'Master', ya know."
"I'm sorry Master..."
"It's okay. We've been talkin' that way, so ya didn't know. But... from now on, only call me that if nobody's around, 'xcept for... ya know..."
"Yes Master..."
"I am gonna need some help for my homework."
"I'll help you the best that I can Master."
"That's good. 'Cause I'll need it. But before we get back ta class, we've gotta do something."
"What, Master?"
"This," he said, slipping his free hand down to between her legs. It slid under her panties, and began to stroke her slit, playing with her petals, and making her grow slick with her juices. He caressed and played with the breast in the other hand, and she had to stifle the rising whimper in her throat, lest anyone else in the area hear her cries of pleasure. His fingers darted into and out of her, manipulating her wet folds into a raucous source of pure sensation.
When she gained release, it came in a strange strangled moan that left her weak in the knees. She was thankful that he let her lean against him, as she felt a bit too weak to stand on her own. As she did, he stroked possessively along her body, feeling her curves, and smiling as he pulled his hand free of her panties. Bringing the glistening fingers to her mouth, he had her lick each of them off, and she did so as if she was savoring one of her favorite ice pops.
Once she was steady enough, he let her up and carressed her hair for a moment. "Ya like that?"
"Most definately Master," she told him.
"Good. I've... wondered how that would be like."
"That is what I am here for Master."
"I know. But ya remember that I'm still gonna want ta know your fantasies, like all of the others."
"It is something that I expected."
"Right. And ya know what?"
"What?"
"Even if ya are my possession, ya are a prized one."
Oddly, that thought made her giddy. "Thank you Master."
"But ya know, we gotta go. So ya go and I'll see ya later."
"Okay..," she said, letting go of her skirt before heading back for the stairs.
"Nabiki?"
Stopping at the door, she looked over her shoulder at her owner. "Yes?"
"Thanks."
She nodded back at him, and headed down the stairs, leaving a rather cheerful pigtailed boy behind her while:
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