Moxibustion Violation 18

Chapter 18

Akane concentrated on her footing as she walked toward school, taking care not to slip. She glanced up at the fence and smiled, thinking that on a day like today not even Ranma would dare walk up there. Especially when one considered his surprising lack of grace in a skating rink.

Rain was drizzling down from the dark mass of clouds overhead, and the weather report claimed it was going to be like that all day. With the temperature hovering right at the freezing point, everything was coated with a layer of ice. Luckily her boots seemed to be providing sufficient traction, but she'd already seen a couple of fellow pedestrians who sat down unexpectedly on the sidewalk.

The girl knew that most of her schoolmates would regard the dreary weather as wholly inappropriate to the day. After all, today was the end of the school term, and tomorrow the beginning of the holiday break. Everyone else would be eagerly awaiting the final bell long before they reached the school campus, and even Akane was not wholly immune to this outlook. She only wished she could forget Michio's disturbing comment about having something special planned for lunch period.

She arrived at school safely and stored her boots and coat in her locker. On the way to her classroom, she ran into Takeo who pulled her aside, a disturbing grin on his face. He leaned closer to speak quietly.

“Michio says that as soon as the lunch bell rings, you're to come to the garage where the groundskeeper keeps the mowers, sand, paint, and all the other fucking stuff he uses. All of the staff, the non-faculty staff that is, are going out for lunch together. Something about the end of term. So the guy won't be around to walk in on us. You know where the garage is?”

“I-I'm not sure,” Akane replied hesitantly.

He gave her a contemptuous look. “It's out back. You know where the industrial arts classroom is?”

“I ... wait. Yes. At the back of the school, on the first floor.”

“Right. There's a hall leading to an exit right beside it.” The boy cocked an eyebrow. She nodded and he went on. “You go out that door, turn left, and the garage is in front of you. Get your butt there right after the bell. Bring your lunch so you can eat. See you in class.”

He pushed off the wall and left. Akane's eyes tracked after him automatically, while wondering what they had in mind. She was also trying to think what to tell her friends as an excuse for skipping out on lunch with them. Deciding she could say she had a meeting with a teacher, she headed for the classroom herself.

A short distance behind, a figure stepped out from around the corner. He was stroking his chin thoughtfully, reflecting on the mannerisms, and tones of voice, of the pair he had just watched. Unfortunately, he had only caught a few of the words. However, one of those words had been “lunch.” He walked off, still thinking hard.

When Akane reached the garage at lunchtime, she saw Takeo standing outside at the door. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets and he was shivering. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and water dripped off to run in icy rivulets down his face.

The boy looked up to see her, his expression miserable. He jerked his head around and grunted, “Get inside.” He followed behind, right on her heels, pulling the door shut behind them.

Akane saw that the entire gang was there before her. No, wait — Hikaru wasn't there yet. But the other six were all present. Then she saw something which made her eyes widen. Michio and Tanjiro both had their flies unzipped, their erect penises sticking out, their hands moving back and forth rapidly along the two hard pricks. It took her a shocked moment to process what she saw before she realized with disgust that they were masturbating.

“Grab her. Bring her over,” Michio grunted.

Takeo seized Akane's arms from behind and marched her over to where the other boys were waiting. He did not let her go when they arrived. Akane wondered why they felt it was necessary to hold her in place. It wasn't like she hadn't expected that she'd have to join them.

Then Raiden pulled her bento out of her dangling hand. Setting it down on a crate, the boy took off the lid, revealing the meal inside, carefully arranged by Kasumi's hand. It was, naturally, almost a work of art.

Michio and Tanjiro stepped closer, while Akane remained where she was, puzzled, still held by Takeo. Then Michio moved right up beside the crate, grunted, and spewed cum all over the contents of the bento. He backed up and Tanjiro moved forward, adding his own sauce to her lunch seconds later.

Michio turned cheerfully toward the horrified girl, and looked past her to the boy behind. “Let her go.” Turning his eyes on Akane, he ordered, “Bon appetit. And as my momma would say, make sure you finish every bite.”

Akane walked over to the crate as if in a dream. Or a nightmare. She picked up her chopsticks hesitantly, looking at the gooey mess on her formerly pristine lunch. Her stomach heaved at the thought of eating it. The girl told herself she was being silly, that she must have swallowed gallons of semen by now. Somehow, that didn't make it any easier.

The group all watched in anticipation as she lifted a pickle with a bit of the special white cream on it. The young woman held it in front of her face, staring at it. Closing her eyes, she slowly put it in her mouth. Her body shuddered. She swallowed. Akane opened her eyes and reluctantly reached for another mouthful.

Snickering, the boys opened and ate their own lunches with gusto. They finished quickly, and chivvied Akane into swallowing the last few bites. Then Michio gave the order she'd been expecting from the moment she entered the garage. “Strip.”

Outside, someone was contemplating the garage door. He had followed Akane here, but was reluctant to simply walk inside. Not until he had a better idea of what was going on. Moving around the building, shielding his eyes against the falling rain, he saw a row of small windows high overhead along one wall.

Akane pulled off her jumper and shirt, leaving her nude except for socks and shoes. She hesitated, but no followup order was given to remove her footwear. Instead Katsuo and Kaori came toward her with a wide strip of rubber and a rope. Mystified, Akane watched as they pulled her arms out in front of her, wrapped the rubber around her wrists, then tied the rope around them as well. Kaori also looped the rope around itself between her wrists, before tying it off. The only thing she could guess was that the rubber was intended to prevent the rope from leaving marks which would be seen when she returned to class.

Then Michio pushed her over to where a chain was hanging down from the ceiling. He looped it around the rope between her wrists and attached the end of the chain to itself with a hook. Akane felt her arms suddenly pulled upward. She lifted her eyes to see that the chain passed through a pulley high above on one of the steel beams crossing the ceiling. Turning further, she followed the chain down to where Raiden was hauling on it. Her heels left the floor and alarm filled the girl at the thought that they were going to pull her up to the ceiling like this.

However, Raiden stopped with the tips of her big toes just brushing the cement floor. He hooked the chain around a large tractor, which was used for mowing, spreading grass seed, and other work. The strain in her arms quickly made Akane realize that being this close to the floor was no particular advantage over being lifted much higher.

Katsuo and Kaori again approached her with ropes. This time they tied one end of each rope to one of her ankles, around her socks. They then pulled in opposite directions, spreading her legs until her toes dangled an uncomfortable twenty centimeters above the floor. They tied the other ends of the ropes to large cement blocks. Akane's face was already showing the strain of having all of her weight suspended from her wrists.

Michio stepped up close to the girl, holding his hand down near her crotch, horizontal, palm toward the floor. He moved his hand over to the tent in the front of his pants, keeping it the same height above the floor. “Just about perfect,” he announced. Looking at the pain showing in Akane's expression, he told her, “We're about to give you a little support. Takeo, Raiden. You're up first.”

The two boys stepped out of their pants. Takeo took the lube from Michio, moved up behind Akane, and greased her ass. He slowly pushed his cock all the way up into her butt. When he signaled that he was all the way in, Raiden walked up in front of the girl and positioned himself at her other hole. He slid the head of his cock back and forth along her moist slit, parting her folds, then pressed it to her entrance.

Akane gritted her teeth in preparation. She was already stuffed from behind, and now her cunt spread wide to accept Raiden's thick staff as it pushed its way inside. His and Hikaru's cocks always made her pussy feel stuffed all by themselves, and with Takeo filling her from behind the teenage girl felt like she might burst. She was sweating by the time Raiden came to a stop, and her own weight pressed her clit hard against the base of his prick.

The pair of boys proceeded to fuck her in an alternating rhythm. Takeo would pull most of the way out of her ass. Then as he pushed back in, Raiden would withdraw until only the head of his cock was still in her cunt. He would push back in as Takeo retreated once more. Over and over, one after the other. The pain in her arms eased as their cocks took her weight, and her arousal filled her like fire.

Akane climaxed well before either of the boys, although she could do little more than shiver and moan, suspended as she was. Takeo came next, jerking hard in her bottom. He left his softening dick buried in her ass until Raiden grunted and thrust deep one last time. Both boys pulled out together. Akane winced as she took her full weight on her arms once more. Looking down, she saw a couple of drops fall to the cement floor between her legs, forming dark spots where they landed.

Michio, master of ceremonies, said, “Katsuo? Kaori?”

The named pair moved in, from front and back. Katsuo waited while Kaori worked his dick up her rear chute, before thrusting himself hard into Akane's cunt. The girl cried out with the violence of his intrusion. These two screwed her without any cooperative rhythm, Kaori working himself steadily in and out of her ass, while Katsuo plunged rapidly into her cunt.

It was Katsuo who came first this time, and he pulled out immediately after. Yet even deprived of his direct stimulation to her clit, Akane shuddered with an orgasm half a minute later, solely from having a cock in her rear. A few strokes later Kaori shot his load into her bowels, holding himself there for a little while after, before removing himself slowly.

Outside, the man finished maneuvering a steel drum against the wall of the garage, placing it upright. Reminding himself to be careful of the ice, he managed to climb atop it. Then he stood on tiptoe, barely getting his eyes above the level of the sill. The window had a sheathing of ice on it, and to make matters worse the glass was also grimy underneath the ice. Gradually the man made out dim figures within the building.

He nearly fell off the drum.

Michio and Tanjiro went to take their places, but stopped as Tanjiro held an arm in front of the other boy. “You always take her in the ass,” the older boy said. “It's my turn this time.”

Michio was mildly peeved for a moment, but then shrugged. He changed direction, stepping around in front of Akane instead. Waiting until Tanjiro had stuffed her bottom with his dick, Michio pushed his cock up the cunt whose virginity he had once taken. As they fucked her together, the boy reached up to take hold of Akane's tits, squeezing hard.

The gang leader gleefully asked, “So are you enjoying what we put together for the last day of school, Akane-chan?”

Not wanting to risk his anger, she merely replied, “Yes, thank you.” She was also trying not to grimace at the way he was mauling her tits.

“You get the rest of the day free after this,” Michio told her. “Though I hope you're remembering not to fuck your boyfriend.”

“We haven't,” Akane reported simply.

“You remember we're having a party at my house tomorrow, right?”

She quietly said, “I remember you mentioning it.” Her voice was getting breathless as her arousal climbed once more.

Michio said, “Be there at one thirty. Bring Ranma along. Make sure she's a girl.”

“O-Okay.”

Michio grinned. “Have her wear that skirt and sweater you wore to my house that time. You remember? The skirt disguised as a belt?”

Akane frowned, imagining Ranma's expression on seeing it. “I-I'll tell ... her,” she got out.

“No underwear either,” he added. “Just like you that day. And you don't wear any understuff yourself. Just a skirt and a shirt. And shoes and a coat, of course. I'm not cruel after all.”

Akane was smart enough not to make any comment about his last sentence. In any case, she was too turned on by now to care. What she wanted was to pull herself up and down on their cocks, but was too tired by now to manage. All she could do was hang there and let them use her. She hoped that she'd come soon.

Michio moved his hands to her nipples, pinching and twisting them painfully. Akane's eyes shot open, gasping. He thrust hard into her cunt and sprayed her insides with cum, then yanked his prick out of her. Akane felt a sudden emptiness, and almost begged him to stick his cock back in and fuck her some more, that she was almost ready to come. But she didn't. Not so much for her tattered dignity, as simply that she was sure he would refuse.

Instead the girl focused on the cock filling her ass, hoping that she could get off on it, as she had with Kaori earlier. But then she felt the boy making rapid thrusts inside her, and knew that he was coming. She bit her lip as he pulled out, close to the edge of a climax herself but now with no help to push her over that edge.

Looking at wristwatches, the boys quickly untied their victim and tidied things away. Akane slid a hand between her legs, sure that she would only need a few seconds to reach the orgasm hovering over her, but Michio yanked her hand back out and slapped it. “None of that,” he said with a laugh. “Get dressed. I'll walk you back to class. No stopping by restrooms either.”

Outside, the man was climbing down from his perch. Thinking hard about what he had seen. Too hard. He lost his footing on the ice and slipped, sitting down hard. He got back to his feet painfully, rubbing his posterior. His one concern at the moment was to get around to where he could see the door. He hadn't been able to make out any faces through the window, although the girl was obviously Akane Tendo, since he had followed her there. He wanted to know the boys' names as well. He crept up to the corner, barely peering around, ready to duck out of sight.

First out was Akane Tendo, with Michio Yuzuki right beside her. That boy was also a first year student. In fact, he was a classmate of hers. Then Takeo Ikeda, another first year in the same class. Kaori Hashimoto, a third year student. Two boys came out together, Tanjiro Yoshida and Raiden Tanaka, both second year students. Another first year followed, Katsuo Hasegawa. No others appeared.

The observer stepped around the corner after they all vanished inside the school. He opened the garage door and gazed into the dim interior, stroking his chin thoughtfully. This was certainly an unexpected development. He turned and left, walking rapidly. He wanted to get hold of pen and paper and record the names of the students before he forgot.

Pushing open the door to the library, Fujimori mused over the notion that the next report he penned was going to have an unexpected and very interesting addition to it. He wondered how his superior would react.

True to his word, Michio escorted Akane all the way to their classroom, refusing to allow her to enter any restroom along the way. She was frustrated, both from unreleased tension plus his asinine behavior, although she was coming down from the driving need to climax. Of greater concern to her at the moment was that she had not been allowed any chance to clean up. She had taken three loads of cum each in her pussy and ass, and knew quite well that they would not be staying there.

However, she was given no choice in the matter. Reluctantly, Akane sat at her desk, feeling the fabric of her skirt press against her otherwise bare rump. Fluids were already leaking out of her, and were now, she was quite sure, being absorbed by the cloth underneath her. The great, unanswered question was whether and how large a stain would be visible when she stood.

Luckily there was no gym class that day, so Akane was able to remain in her seat until the final bell rang. She made sure to gather her books slowly, giving most of her classmates time to clear out. Which, seeing as how they were now free of school until the next term started in January, they were quite quick to do. Hiroshi stuck around long enough to catch Akane's eye before he left. The only person remaining in the classroom when Akane finally stood was Hikaru.

The young woman felt behind her on rising to her feet, confirming that there was indeed a large, damp patch on the back of her uniform. She sighed, then turned her eye on the boy who had finished packing his own bag and was looking in her direction. Akane licked her lips a little nervously, wondering what he wanted, knowing that Hiroshi was expecting her.

Deciding not to come right out and ask, Akane instead said, “I, er, ..., well, I won't say I missed you at lunch. The others were more than enough. But I noticed you weren't there.”

Hikaru smiled and shrugged. “Don't attribute it to any virtuous intention on my part. One of the science teachers asked to speak with me during lunch today. About a suggestion I made. Nothing relevant.” He paused before asking, “Was it very bad?”

Akane finished putting things in her schoolbag while contemplating this. “The sex wasn't,” she admitted, “aside from being with boys I hate instead of someone more ... acceptable. Hanging from a chain while they did it wasn't much fun. There were times I had trouble breathing.”

“And would you have found me more acceptable?” he asked.

She gave him a long look, then looked away. “Do you want an honest answer? Or the answer I'm supposed to give to one of the guys who's blackmailing me into doing what he wants?”

He gazed at her shrewdly. “The honest answer, let's say.”

Akane sighed. “Then I think you already know that the one man I truly want is Ranma.” She turned and looked at him, then dropped her eyes. “However, you're ... acceptable. At least, a lot more than the other six. And ... Hiroshi isn't that bad either. I'm not sure about Daisuke yet. The six who used me today — I wish there was some way to send them all to hell.”

Hikaru nodded. “I can live with that. I know you'd prefer Ranma. Just so long as you remember who you're with when you're with me. But speaking of Ranma ... I remember you once telling me you wanted Ranma to be the one to punish you. But if I understand correctly, he's unable to do so unless he finds a cure.”

Akane squirmed. “Th-That's right. We ... tried. Even if he holds something, he can't hit me with it hard enough to hurt.”

“Hmmm,” Hikaru hummed contemplatively. “And tomorrow's likely to be a bad day for you. It will only be the second time that they're using you and Ranma at the same time. The first time, Ranma showed up by surprise, and Michio didn't have time to plan for it. They could get pretty cruel tomorrow.”

Akane swallowed hard, but said nothing. The boy standing there was giving voice to a fear she had wanted to leave buried.

He looked at her sympathetically. “Sorry to bring that up, but you know it's true. You and Ranma had both better be prepared for it. They're going to do things to each of you where the other can see. Worse, they're probably going to make you both say things which are meant to humiliate or hurt both of you. You should try to get into the mindset where you're just acting. But whatever you do, you'd better not refuse, no matter how disgusting or humiliating it is.”

Akane nodded, knowing that what he said was true. “I'll try,” she said quietly.

“What concerns me, though,” Hikaru went on, “is afterward. I'm guessing you're going to be feeling really guilty. They're going to force you to have orgasms in front of Ranma while they have sex with you. They'll probably make you tell him how great it is. They may make you say things about never wanting to let Ranma do things like that with you. If it gets to be too much ... well, since Ranma can't help you relieve the guilt, if you feel the need, come and see me. I'll do what you need.”

The young woman didn't respond at first, but knew that this was also probably true. She was almost certain to feel guilty after the things the gang would likely make her do and say. Akane wished that Ranma could punish her, all the more so in that he was the one she would feel guilty about hurting. But since he couldn't ... whatever she might wish in the matter, Akane suspected she was going to end up accepting Hikaru's offer.

After thinking about all of this, she replied sadly, “Thank you, I guess.”

“Anyway,” Hikaru changed the subject, “I wanted to say all that, but the real reason I stuck around was because I figured you were going to have a pretty bad stain on your uniform. I see I was right. I thought I'd run interference until you can get your coat on. Walk behind you and get in between you and anyone else's line of sight.”

“Umm ...” Akane thought fast. “Thank you. That's a ... good idea. Except I'm supposed to meet someone first. I'm already running late.”

Hikaru shrugged. The offer was a small gesture on his part, intended to keep Akane thinking of him as caring about her needs where the other boys didn't. Which was in fact true, in some ways, but it was still a good idea to take such minor, easy actions from time to time to remind her of it, to keep this view of him fresh in her mind. But the offer alone was enough, and if she had other plans, he wasn't going to annoy her by pressing. “Okay. Well, good luck. And, er, see you tomorrow.”

Akane left the classroom right after him, hurrying to the restroom down the hall. There she cleaned herself up as best she could, removing the dried residues from her pussy, ass and legs, hoping that everything had finished leaking out over the course of the afternoon classes. She pulled off her jumper and cleaned the stain from the inside as best she could, knowing that it could not be fully removed.

Aware only too well of how much time had elapsed, Akane slipped the jumper back on as quickly as she could. She ran out of the restroom, hoping the boy she was going to meet wasn't angry about the delay.

Hiroshi, standing alone in the science lab, wondered for the fifth or sixth time if he and Akane had gotten their wires crossed somewhere. He was certain that she had agreed to meet him here for another spanking today. Of course, that was before yesterday afternoon, when she had sex with Daisuke and himself. But why should that have changed their plans? She hadn't said anything. Besides, he was sure she had acknowledged his intention when he caught her eye on the way out of class.

With an effort, he kept himself from pacing. Instead he focused on all of the things he had been telling himself the last couple of days. Psyching himself up for this. Akane was definitely submissive, as shocking as that was to someone who remembered her treatment of the hentai horde and the statements she had made about perverted boys. No, he needed to put all of that history out of mind. It was just a distraction.

Okay. Submissive. Akane would want him to take control. He had to tell her what to do, even push her into doing things which would make her nervous. He had to be forceful, aggressive. Make it clear who was in charge. Or at least act like it, while watching for any subtle signs she might be giving him. A spanking was certainly on the agenda — painful, but not terribly so. He also had every intention of screwing her before she left today.

Which brought his attention back to the tent in his pants. Not to mention the absence of the girl in question. Where was she? He glanced with concern at the clock.

Half a minute later the door finally opened, and Akane stepped through. She wasn't out of breath, but did give the appearance of someone who had just been running. The girl quickly closed and locked the door, giving the boy a look at her back.

“You're late!” Hiroshi snapped, putting some bark into it. “And what's that on the back of your skirt?”

Akane licked her lips. It seemed that he had indeed become impatient, but at least he wasn't likely to turn mean the way Michio would. “I'm sorry,” she said, walking over. “Someone insisted on talking to me before I could get out. Then I had to stop in the restroom. I, um ... I leaned back against the sink in there, and didn't see the puddle on it until too late. It's ... kind of embarrassing.”

“It does make it look like you wet yourself,” he confirmed, causing her face to turn rosy. “But never mind. Now, do you remember why you're here?”

She looked down at her feet, scuffing the toe of one shoe on the floor. “You're going to spank me,” she said quietly.

“That's right,” Hiroshi agreed. He leaned back against the bookshelf under the window. “Take off all of your clothes.”

Akane quickly stripped, piling her clothes on a lab table. She stood facing him, completely nude, and placed her hands behind her neck. Hiroshi's eyes raked her up and down, the long bare legs, the neat triangle of midnight black hair, the trim waist, the mounds on her chest, pleasant handfuls tipped with nipples which reminded him at the moment of strawberries. Further up, her cute face framed by short, black hair.

“This isn't just about you making noise under the stage the other day,” he told her seriously. “Tell me what you did wrong yesterday.”

Akane stared at him, eyes wide. “Do you mean you didn't want to, you know ... screw me?”

Hiroshi gave a short, barking laugh. “Of course I wanted to screw you. I was surprised as hell that you let me, and I almost throw up every time I think of Ranma finding out ... but I loved it, and I plan to go right on screwing you. I'm talking about you getting carried away and getting us caught by Daisuke.”

She turned her eyes down again. “I'm sorry,” she apologized. “It's just that I was so horny. I couldn't help myself. Besides ... he's your friend, isn't he? Do you think he'll, um, cause trouble?”

Hiroshi shook his head. “I caught him on the way to school today, pulled him into a bus shelter and had a long talk with him. I'm pretty sure I convinced him of why he had to keep his mouth shut. Not to mention I threatened to rip his tongue out if he doesn't. But the notion Ranma's bound to hear of it if he doesn't stay silent was enough to scare the shit out of him. You are going to have to let him keep screwing you, you know?”

Akane nodded slightly. “I know. I promised.”

She looked so delectable standing there. The sight forced the boy to fight an internal war with the part of him which wanted to get straight to the sex. He reminded himself of everything he'd planned, mostly the fact that he had to stay in control.

Regaining the upper hand over himself, Hiroshi continued speaking. “Aside from the fact I have to share you now, Daisuke will be okay. I think. He and I are friends, so I don't mind too much. What I do mind, what I'm very unhappy about, is your total lack of control. Because of that, Daisuke found out. That's survivable. But who's going to catch us next time? There can't be a next time, Akane. If we're going to keep doing this, then I can't tolerate such irresponsible behavior from you. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she replied hoarsely. To her own surprise, she did feel badly about her behavior, despite the fact that getting caught by Daisuke had been the plan all along. Perhaps what she really felt badly about was how she had worried Hiroshi. He was making this very clear, and her pussy became very wet as he dressed her down.

“That's why I'm going to have to spank you harder than I usually will, this time,” Hiroshi told her, watching for any sign that she might back out. “Instead of my hand, I'm going to use my belt. I won't whip you as hard as I could with it, but I've got to make sure that I leave a lasting impression.”

Akane made no gesture to indicate any disapproval of his plan. She meekly repeated, “I understand.” Then she added, “But you should make sure to whip me very hard, even if it isn't as hard as you can. You're right. I don't want us to get caught either. I need to learn my lesson.”

Hiroshi licked his lips and swallowed. Her response was almost the exact opposite of the disapproval he had feared she might voice. Noticing his own hesitation after hearing those words from her, the boy reminded himself to stay in control. He unbuckled his belt.

While pulling the leather strap through the loops on his pants, Hiroshi said, “Very well. I want you to tell me what you did wrong, and why it was wrong. Not to mention stupid. You're to apologize and promise to do better in future. Then you're to ask me to spank you.”

Akane pressed her thighs together, feeling herself grow increasingly moist at his commanding tone. She thought for a minute over what she was supposed to say. It seemed clear that he was very disappointed in her behavior yesterday, leading up to getting caught by Daisuke, and that she was to emphasize that she agreed with this assessment. Keeping her eyes on the floor, the teenage girl took a deep breath.

“I'm very sorry for my lack of control yesterday. I acted like a stupid, little, brainless bimbo. I was so horny that I let my pussy do all the thinking for me, and because of that someone caught me offering to let you fuck me. That put you at risk. I need to be punished for that, to make sure that the next time I won't be so stupid. I'm very, very sorry, and I'll do anything to make it up to you. I want you to spank me, very hard, so that I won't make the same mistake again. After you spank me, I promise to do whatever you want.”

Once again Hiroshi had to fight the internal war with the idiot inside him who wanted to do nothing more than fuck Akane right then and there. “Are you horny?” he asked her.

“Yes,” Akane whispered.

Speaking slowly and deliberately, Hiroshi asked, “Are you getting turned on by thinking about the spanking you're about to get?”

Akane's head bent down a little further. She had no desire whatever to answer that.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Hiroshi sat down on the low bookshelf against which he'd been leaning, the window a short distance behind his back. “Lie down across my lap,” he ordered softly.

Akane stepped closer, and lowered herself across his legs. Her toes were on the floor. Her front half hung down, and she rested her hands on the floor as well. Her bottom was the highest point, positioned directly over Hiroshi's lap, and she knew that his eyes were drinking in the sight. Her legs parted slightly, allowing him a view of her slit.

The young man nervously lifted the belt overhead. He swung it down, and it slapped into the flesh of her pale hips with a sharp crack. Akane jumped, but restrained herself to a muffled grunt. A rosy stripe appeared across both cheeks of her ass. The belt came down again, and her flesh rippled away from the line of impact. Akane's grunt this time was not so muffled. The next stroke brought a sharp “Aah!” from her mouth.

From that point, she could no longer stay silent, crying out each time the belt struck her ass. The next stroke pushed the first drops of salt water through her eyelashes. The one after that caused the first uncontrolled kick of her foot. After that her feet kicked steadily, as if doing so could somehow bring her escape from the pain. Unlike her feet, Akane resolutely kept her hands on the floor. Tears ran freely from her eyes, either along her forehead when her head was down, or along her cheeks at those times when she lifted her head sharply, thanks to a burning lash from the leather strap.

Hiroshi stopped after the girl across his lap was steadily sobbing. Her ass, thoroughly reddened, nonetheless showed through variations of color the individual stripes where the belt had landed. He rubbed the warm flesh of her bottom for a while, then pushed his hands between her thighs. His fingers slid into her drenched slit, paused to explore the entrance to her cunt, then moved further forward to press against her erect clit. At the first brush of contact from his finger with that rock hard nub, Akane exploded in orgasm.

When she stopped shaking and moaning, Hiroshi patted Akane lightly on her sore bottom and said, “Get up now.”

Akane stood, finding that her knees did indeed hold her. She turned to face the boy, lifting a hand to wipe tears from her face. Trying to keep her voice steady, Akane said, “Thank you for sp-spanking me, Hiroshi-sama. I app-p-preciate it very much. Would you l-like to fuck me now?”

Hiroshi didn't answer immediately. He reached out his arm and slid a finger along Akane's slit. He massaged her pussy while she stood there, biting her lip, moving herself against his finger. The boy waited until the movement of her hips intensified, then withdrew his hand. Akane gave a muffled whimper.

The teenage boy got up and removed his own clothes, then sat back down on the bookshelf. He leaned back, his hard staff standing up in the air. “Come over here and sit on my cock,” he said. “Wait, let me correct that. Don't stick it in your pussy. Press your slit against my cock and rub yourself along it. No fucking yet.”

Akane thought about how to manage this. She put her hands on Hiroshi's shoulders, then climbed up to kneel on the bookshelf, with one knee to each side of him. Lowering herself, she pressed her crotch against the length of his prick, settling it between her labia. She slowly slid herself forward along the hard rod, then backward, and repeated. A low moan escaped her lips as her clit pressed against the firm flesh of his dick.

The sensation was incredible for Hiroshi as well. When the stimulation started to get too much, he said, “Get off and kneel in front of me.” She did so.

Looking down at her kneeling obediently on the floor, the young man gave himself a minute to cool off. Then he said, “Now that you've flavored my prick, go ahead and blow me.”

Akane licked her lips, knelt up straighter, and took his cock in her mouth. She used all of her experience to give him the best blowjob that she could. Judging from the way his eyes rolled up, her best was very good.

Remembering his plan with difficulty, Hiroshi got his eyes straightened out and said, “You want to come again, don't you Akane?”

Seeing as how she was still incredibly horny, and that the whole purpose of these encounters was always to convince Hiroshi of how badly she needed him to give her orgasms, Akane nodded with his cock still held between her lips. Then she pulled her mouth off him for a second, said quickly, “Please make me come again. I need it,” and slid her lips back over his staff barely missing a beat.

He groaned, trying to hold on for a little longer. “If you want me to fuck you and make you come ... then when I shoot ... in your mouth ... don't swallow. ... Hold it there.”

Akane was a bit dubious about this idea, but she had to get him to give her another orgasm, and that meant following orders. She returned to work with renewed vigor, focusing her efforts on getting him off. Hiroshi only held out for a couple minutes longer. Placing a hand on top of Akane's head, the boy emptied his balls into her eager mouth. At the same moment, he shakily repeated his demand. “Don't swallow!”

Akane obeyed as well as she could. She had no choice but to swallow some of the load, as it was on the back of her tongue and already sliding into her throat. Nonetheless, the young woman managed to hold quite a lot of it in her mouth as he withdrew his cock. For some reason, the thought of that mouthful of jism sitting on her tongue sent tingles down to her pussy.

Recovering, Hiroshi gazed at the girl kneeling below him and asked, “Have you got a nice big mouthful of cum, Akane-chan?”

Still not knowing where he was going with this, she nodded. It certainly felt like a big mouthful.

“And do you want me to fuck you and make you come?” he asked.

More certain of the answer this time, Akane nodded harder.

“Show me what you have in your mouth, Akane-chan,” Hiroshi ordered. “Try not to spill or swallow it.”

Growing ever more puzzled, although figuring he was getting off on the idea of seeing his spunk in her mouth, Akane carefully opened her mouth. She tilted her head back so that she could keep her lower jaw roughly horizontal. She tried to open her mouth as wide as possible, while cupping her tongue to hold the jism there in a puddle, although a lot of it slipped below her tongue into the bottom of her mouth. Despite her best efforts, some of the white fluid slid out the corners of her mouth, leaving trails along her chin and down onto her neck.

Hiroshi's features brightened at the sight. “Well, that certainly is quite a lot of semen you have there in your mouth. Isn't it?”

Akane didn't think she could nod without spilling more, so she tried to answer. “Yehh.”

“Does it taste good?”

Well, it wasn't ice cream. But it wasn't bad, either. Besides, she knew what answer he wanted. “Yehh.”

Watching her lustfully, Hiroshi said, “If you want to be fucked, then ask for it. Remember to say ‘please’.”

Akane tried. “Hlea huck hee.” The effort caused more semen to run out over her lip and down her chin. She squirmed her ass a little, trying to rub at the itch between her legs.

“You can swallow now,” the boy told her, much to Akane's relief. She closed her mouth and gulped heavily. The motion of her throat was quite visible from the outside, as the sperm slid down her gullet on the inside.

“You want to be fucked pretty bad, don't you?” Hiroshi inquired.

Akane was still looking up at him. She squirmed her ass around some more. “Yes,” she answered plaintively.

“How badly?” he asked.

Akane bit her lip, pressing her thighs together hard. Despite the orgasm she'd already had, between her nudity, the sight of the cock in front of her becoming hard again, her earlier spanking, the blowjob she'd given, and the experience of showing off a mouth filled with cum ... these had somehow combined to turn her on enormously.

“Really, really badly,” she told him. “Please fuck me, Hiroshi-sama. I need to be fucked soooo bad!”

Instead of throwing the girl to the floor and screwing her brains out, Hiroshi managed to remain sitting where he was. “A couple of days ago, you promised to obey me. Yesterday, while I was fucking you, you said that you liked to do what you were told. Then you called yourself a good slut. Do you think that you're a slut, Akane-chan?”

The teenage girl hung her head, face burning in embarrassment and shame. “Yes, Hiroshi-sama,” she said in a quiet, timid voice. “I know that I'm a slut.”

“And does it really turn you on to do what you're told to do?”

It was hard getting the words out. “I ... yes,” she admitted, as quietly as before.

Hiroshi pressed further. “And it also turns you on to be spanked, doesn't it?”

This time Akane could only nod her head. However, Hiroshi wasn't satisfied with that. Reminding himself who was in charge, he insisted, “Answer me out loud.”

Akane swallowed, then answered, almost fearfully, “Yes, Hiroshi-sama. I get turned on when I'm spanked.”

Gathering his courage in hand, Hiroshi told her, “If you want me to fuck you, and continue to fuck you, there are going to be some changes.”

Akane licked her lips. “Such as?”

Ordering his thoughts, the boy replied, “You'll screw Daisuke regularly, because you promised. But I expect you to act like a slut for me. And call yourself one. You'll start coming over my house every two or three days. You'll fuck me and give me blowjobs. I'll spank you regularly, at least once a week and probably more. I'll tie you up if I want. You'll learn to be fucked up the ass. You'll do what I tell you, when I tell you. You'll do your best to act like a horny little slut whenever we're doing those things, unless I tell you to act like something else. We might do some role playing, like I'll pretend to be one of the teachers, and you have to convince me to give you a passing grade. Have you got all that?”

Akane stared at him. The only thought in her mind at first was, I wish Ranma would say something like that. Then, becoming aware of his impatient expression, she thought about what answer to give. What Hiroshi didn't know, of course, was that tomorrow Michio was going to tell him how he'd be given the right to demand those things of her whether she wanted to do them or not. For the moment, it was simply necessary to act the way he expected her to act.

Accordingly, Akane lowered her eyes and answered, “Yes, Hiroshi-sama. As long as you'll give me the orgasms I need, I promise I'll be a good slut for you. I promise I'll do everything you said. Even learn to ... to ... take you in my bottom.”

Having scaled the mountain successfully, Hiroshi suddenly felt a lot more at ease. “Good. I'm going to fuck you now. Climb up on the bookshelf and stand there, with your hands over your head on the window.”

Akane stared in horror at the glass behind him, then turned her eyes back to his face. “People will be able to see me!” she protested.

He barely controlled the instinct to apologize before she clobbered him, and forced his eyes to narrow instead. “Are you disobeying me already?” he asked coldly.

The young woman shook her head, realizing her mistake. Gathering her courage, she got to her feet slowly. She stepped closer to the bookshelf. She stared at the window, her chin trembling. But she couldn't force herself to move closer, to possibly expose herself to the other students at her school.

Hiroshi sighed. “I expect you to do what I tell you whether you want to or not,” he said. “But just this once ... Look at the window more closely. It has a lot of ice on it. It's hard to see through. There is no light on in this classroom. With the freezing rain coming down outside, there is no one out on the sports fields, and anyone who might happen to be out there is not going to be looking up. If they have any sense, they'll be under an umbrella. No one is going to see you. I just want you to have the feeling of being very exposed.”

Still moving slowly, but not quite as scared, Akane climbed up onto the bookshelf. Standing upright, she stretched her arms overhead and placed her palms against the cold glass. It really was hard to see anything through the window, she realized. When Hiroshi climbed up behind her, she spread her legs shoulder width to grant him access. He was right about one thing. The young woman felt terribly, horribly exposed.

Stepping to the side, he said, “Before I screw you, there's the little matter of you not doing what you were told.” He proceeded to spank her bottom with his hand, managing to make Akane yelp despite her toughness due to how tender her ass was from the earlier whipping.

When he stopped, Akane immediately said, “I'm sorry. I'll try to do better from now on.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Hiroshi moved behind her and bent his knees. Straightening, his hard cock slid right up into Akane's steaming cunt. Screwing took more effort than he had expected, sort of like doing deep knee bends, but he pushed his cock in and out steadily, fucking his classmate.

Akane was still scared that someone outside would see enough to realize what was going on. She imagined someone looking up, spotting her silhouette at the window. Pointing it out to someone else. A crowd gathering, watching the figures which appeared to be having sex in front of the science lab window. Then the ice, grown too thick to bear its own weight, would suddenly crack and slide off the glass. A dozen, no, several dozen people would see her, perfectly, recognize that they were looking at Akane Tendo. They would realize she was nude, able to make out her features with absolute clarity. They would even see the cock between her legs, driving in and out of her pussy. They would call out, other people would come running to witness the astounding sight. Hiroshi, his features safely hidden behind her, would hold her body in place, not letting her leave the window or even cover herself. ...

Akane was panting, grinding her pussy against the cock pumping inside it. She was incredibly, powerfully turned on, and the orgasm which was coming was going to be a big one. She leaned forward, pressing her tits against the freezing glass, wondering if the dark circles of her nipples would be visible through the ice. She wondered if she could pass off beating on the window with her hand as a nervous reaction to her arousal, and whether doing so might knock the ice free. Then she told herself that she was absolutely insane.

She held her orgasm back until after Hiroshi came. The moment she felt his cock surge within her, filling her cunt with a load of jism she'd have to carry home, Akane was overwhelmed by a shattering climax. She literally screamed, pressing herself harder against the glass, squashing her tits against its cold hardness. If it wasn't for the still hard cock impaling her she'd have fallen, for her knees could no longer support her. When Hiroshi withdrew, Akane did fall, sliding down the glass until she was on her knees, the entire front of her body now pressed against the window. She remained like that for a time, occasional tremors passing over her.

When Akane finally pulled herself up and climbed down from the bookshelf, she saw that Hiroshi had already resumed his clothes. Feeling a touch awkward, she wobbled over to the table where her own clothing was located and started putting it back on.

While she dressed, Hiroshi announced, “I'll expect you to come over on Monday, while my Mom's at work. I'll probably invite Daisuke over as well. I expect by then he'll be getting antsy about screwing you again. I'll give him first crack and then see if I can convince him to take off. That'll give you and me a little more freedom to play.”

“Okay,” Akane said, knowing that everything was going to change after his conversation with Michio. She only hoped that he'd still treat her fairly decently, and not turn into the sort of bastard most of them were. She felt pretty hopeful about it, where Hiroshi was concerned. She wasn't nearly as confident of Daisuke.

The two of them walked together down empty corridors to their lockers, and then out the front door. Akane's coat, as she had expected and hoped, was long enough to hide the stain on her skirt. A block after exiting the school gate, Hiroshi turned down a different street and they went their separate ways.

When Akane arrived home, there was no immediate sign of Ranma. Their fathers were playing a game and Kasumi was in her room reading a book. After changing her clothes, and leaving the stained jumper in the laundry bin with a last, dubious look, the young woman went seeking her fiancé. Braving the cold rain the young woman discovered him out in the dojo, doing a kata. Except that she found “her” rather than “him” since Ranma was in female form.

“Hi,” Akane called out, sliding the door shut behind her. “Why are you a girl?”

Ranma scowled, then smiled. “Stupid rain is ice cold. I didn't manage to make it to the dojo before I transformed.” He looked her over carefully. “Are ... are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “What they had planned for me at lunch was mostly a matter of endurance rather than anything terrible. Just a question of, um, gritting my teeth and hanging on until it was over. Don't worry about it. Oh, and, uh, I had to meet with Hiroshi after school. But that wasn't bad. I just wish it was you instead.”

Ranma looked down and muttered, “I wish it was me, too.”

Akane walked over and put her arms around the red-haired girl, hugging her. “It will be, one day. I'm a lot more worried about tomorrow at Michio's. And he gave me some orders about what you have to wear. I don't think you're going to like it much.”

“I'm sure I won't,” Ranma growled. She took a deep breath and put a smile back on her face, turning in Akane's arms. “I don't want to think about them right now. I just want to think about you.” She moved closer and pressed her lips to Akane's.

Akane remained frozen for a startled moment, before returning the kiss. After all, she told herself, they'd done a lot more as two girls than just kiss. This was Ranma, and she loved both him and her, boy or girl. Akane deepened the kiss, doing her best to show the passion she felt.

When they broke the kiss, Ranma said, “I'd like to do more than just kiss, but I don't think the dojo is a very safe place. Someone's bound to come looking for us if we try.”

“Um, we could go up to my room,” Akane suggested. “Though they might come looking there, too. We'd also have trouble explaining why we're spending time together. Can't claim it's homework, now that school is over. Of course, we could tell them how we feel about each other, but that would open up a big can of worms.”

“I've got an idea,” Ranma suggested. “Not sure how you'll take it, though. And it would be better after dark. It's where I was hiding. I figured I was owed. We need an excuse for going out after supper though.”

The other girl stared at her in confusion. Trying to catch up to whatever paths Ranma's thoughts had wandered down, Akane gamely suggested, “I could claim I was going out to do some Christmas shopping, which will be okay as long as Kasumi doesn't tag along. Um, no problem there. I could just hint I'm looking for her gift. You could just say you're going out to con some food out of someone. Nobody would believe that of anyone else, in this weather, but we're all used to your bottomless stomach by now.”

“I think I'm insulted,” Ranma said with a lifted eyebrow.

“That's because I insulted you,” Akane said impishly. “Now could you please tell me what you're talking about. What do you have in mind?”

Ranma leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Akane pulled back almost immediately, saying loudly, “Are you crazy?” The pigtailed girl pulled her close again and continued whispering. Finally Akane slumped and said, “You are crazy. And I must be crazy too. Or I just need you that badly. We'll do it.”

“Great!” Ranma exclaimed. She stepped back and looked her fiancée over critically. “Now. I think it's time we did some training. If we're going to get together, I need to make sure you can handle anyone who comes looking for a fight with me.”

Akane looked down. “I've, uh, been avoiding martial arts training. It would, sort of, conflict with my excuse about the heart problem. About needing to stay out of gym class.”

“Yeah, I guessed,” the red-haired girl responded. “A bit of a flaw in your cover story. Gotta admit it seems to've worked for you pretty well otherwise. Doesn't matter though. Not for what I have in mind. Listen up.”

Ranma led her over to a bench and sat them both down, speaking seriously. “First thing I want to do is take this opportunity to go back and go over basics with you. You're pretty good, despite what I've said before, though sometimes you drive me crazy acting like you can take on someone who's obviously better. Of course, I suppose saying that is a bit of the pot calling the kettle black.”

“I was going to say,” Akane replied grimly.

“Yeah, well, anyway.” Ranma collected her thoughts. “Like it or not, training on your own the last few years has left you with some, um, not exactly flaws. Places you could stand to tighten up. Some a little, some a lot. What I'd like to do is go all the way back to basics to fix that up. Breathing. Stances. Start with stuff like that. It'd probably drive you crazy any other time, but the way things are right now, you might see it as better than nothing. Then after we're cured, we'll have that foundation to build on.”

Akane gazed at her fiancé, unsure of herself, uncertain how to take this assessment of her skills or Ranma's ideas for training. Part of her, a part she would have allowed to freely express itself not so long ago, was insulted that the pigtailed martial artist seemed to be belittling her abilities. However, another part of her was now able to notice the expression on the other girl's face, a look which said, “I care.” Somehow Akane managed to swallow her pride enough to say, “Okay. I guess we can try.”

Ranma smiled broadly. “Good. The other thing I want to train you in is chi manipulation. Don't need strength for that. You use yours too haphazardly. We need to get you to have a lot more conscious control over it. Besides, roof hopping is part of the training. If you master that, we don't have to use the streets if the assholes are trying to embarrass us.”

This suggestion was much more appealing. Akane returned Ranma's smile and said, “I'd really like that. If we can find some way to deal with the photos, I wouldn't mind hitting those creeps with a Moko Takabisha.”

Ranma laughed. “I understand, but ... you're getting ahead of yourself. You got a lot to learn about fine control of the chi that's inside your body before I can teach you anything about tossing it around outside your body. One thing at a time, tomboy.”

She sniffed, and tossed her hair. “Who are you calling a tomboy? Seems to me you thought I was woman enough when you tried to screw me the other night. Please note I said, ‘tried’.”

The red-haired girl winced. “That's ... a bit low. I'm sorry if I insulted you.” She reached over and brushed her fingers on the other girl's cheek. “Akane, you'll always be my tomboy to me. And completely female. And I ... I ... um, love you ... the way you are.”

Akane didn't reply in words. She leaned closer and kissed Ranma. The kiss went on for some time, before they finally turned their attention to training.

Akane picked her way carefully along the alley, wondering how to recognize the correct doorway. She nearly jumped out of her skin when someone suddenly loomed up in front of her. Getting her heart back under control, she hissed, “Baka! Don't do that!”. It was Ranma, in her cursed form, but with most of her face and figure hidden under a rain poncho.

“Sorry,” she said. “C'mon. Let's get inside. I've already unlocked the door.” She pushed on a door, causing it to swing open.

“I'm torn,” Akane said quietly, slipping inside. She folded down her umbrella. “If you have a key to this place, I'm going to want to kill you. But if you don't, that's means you must be pretty good at picking locks, which isn't really a very comforting thought either.”

“The latter,” Ranma said, “for good or bad, depending on which you decide you'd prefer. I'm afraid that growing up with my pop, you get an education in things like picking locks.”

“This feels terribly illegal,” Akane said warily, looking around herself in the dim light. The illumination came through a single doorway, from streetlights shining in through the front windows.

“Of course it's illegal,” Ranma replied, taking a look around the interior of the Ucchan's restaurant. “But she owes us. Me anyway. As long as she's not using it, it makes a good place to get away from the family for a bit.”

Walking over to the sink, Ranma let the hot water tap run for a minute. Then she cupped her hands underneath, and splashed her face messily. He straightened up, male again, and used a dish towel to dry himself. He casually commented, “I wonder why the hell she left the hot water heater running? Guess she didn't expect to be gone that long when she went looking for me.”

Akane stepped closer and put her arms around him. “I'm glad she did. I like holding you either way, but it's nice to hold you in this form again.”

He wrapped his own arms around her. “Yeah. You know, back when the old freak gave me this partial cure, I thought it meant I could walk around in the rain again. Figures the first chance I get it'd be a freezing rain. I wish it would hurry and change over to sleet or snow so it wouldn't trigger my damn curse.”

“I wonder why it doesn't trigger it,” Akane mused thoughtfully. “How could water be colder than to be frozen as ice?”

Her fiancé shrugged. “Who knows? Or cares? It's magic. Let's get up to the apartment. We can't stay out past the time the stores would close, given what we told 'em, but I'd like to start slow. Just holding you.”

Ranma led the way upstairs. He unrolled the futon on the floor, and pulled out a blanket as well. He sat down on the futon, with his back to the wall, gazing up at his companion. Akane took a moment to admire the young man's features, dimly lit by the light coming in through an icy window. This was her man, and she wished that he'd let her claim him fully. But she suspected that would not happen tonight.

Akane lowered herself to sit on Ranma's lap, encircling his chest with her arms as he arranged the blanket around the two of them. “Pity Ukyo didn't leave the heat on in the place as well,” she remarked.

“Can't have everything,” Ranma replied philosophically. “Besides, it gives us an excuse to stick close together.”

They began kissing. Their mouths quickly turned hungry, greedy for each other. Their tongues danced together, and Akane allowed herself to moan in pleasure, under no constraint to remain silent for fear of alerting her family.

When Ranma's arm moved from her back around to her front, Akane broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against his. Just a bit breathlessly, she said, “Before I forget how to think rationally, there's something I want to tell you. Tomorrow, I promise I won't believe anything they make you say. When we're, you know, there. And anything they make me say, I promise that won't be true either. Please remember that.”

He kissed her cheek, then her nose. “Bit of a mood killer, don'tcha think? Don't worry. This is the real you and the real me, right here, right now. Not the act we put on in front of our families. And not the act we'll put on tomorrow in front of those rat bastards. I'll remember. And you just see that you keep your promise and remember.”

He kissed her lips lightly, and added, “Now can we forget about assholes who don't deserve to live, and focus on each other?” Ranma pressed his lips firmly to hers, determined to keep her from saying anything else.

After kissing for a while, Ranma once again moved his hand around to Akane's front, and this time she didn't interrupt. She pressed herself against him harder, loving the feel of his hand on her chest. She unfastened the ties on his shirt, and he unbuttoned hers in turn.

Their hands continued to explore, caressing, fondling, bringing pleasure and fueling excitement. Clothing came off one article at a time. By the time they were undressed, the space under the blanket enclosing them had warmed nicely. Akane's hand brushed against his rigid cock, careful not to set him off too soon, while his fingers explored inside her hot, moist depths.

“I'll do anything you want,” Akane panted softly in his ear.

“Could we ... do what we did last time?” Ranma suggested cautiously. “Except with me as a guy, of course.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Whatever you want.”

Akane pushed on his chest, indicating that he should lie down. When he did, she ducked under the blanket, moving down along his body. She stretched herself out atop him, moving her right leg across his body to the other side. Then she sucked his cock into her mouth.

Ranma wasted no time. His fingers were already drenched from her juices, and now he was ready to move on. The young man took a moment to admire the pussy spread open above his eyes, and then dove in with his tongue. He quickly discovered that he loved the sound, and sensation, of Akane squealing on his cock when he swirled his tongue around her clit.

The teenage boy still couldn't hold out very long. Akane greedily swallowed as he pumped a flood of jism down her throat. Then she held on for dear life, giving his prick an occasional lick, as Ranma attacked her pussy with renewed vigor. When he sucked on her clit, Akane practically leaped into the air, her climax contracting all of her muscles at the same time. It was all the poor boy could do to keep his mouth attached as she thrashed and cried out, before finally collapsing limply on top of him.

Akane turned herself around, then lay down beside him, one arm thrown across his chest. “I love you, Ranma,” she said quietly. Almost fearfully.

He had to clear his throat first, but when he spoke his tone was confident. “I love you, too.”

Akane looked into Ranma's eyes, so close beside her. “I'm still surprised it doesn't bother you, doing this here. After what she did to you.”

Ranma leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “Ukyo took something from me she had no right to take. Something I wanted to give to you. I figure it's only right she help us out now. Even if she don't know she's doing it. Besides, I like imagining the look on her face if she found out.”

“I ... don't think she'd be very happy.”

Ranma laughed. “Got that right. But who cares? I don't wanna think about Ukyo right now. The only girl I wanna think about is the one lying beside me.” He kissed her lips tenderly.

Akane smiled happily. “You want to ...?” She left the question hanging.

Ranma slid an arm under her, and pulled her close. “It's too soon. And we'll have to clean up in here and get home. But I think there's time for you to enjoy yourself again.” His hand slid between Akane's legs.

“That ... ooh ... isn't ... aahm ... fair ... hahh ... to you,” she protested, as her thighs squirmed around his questing fingers. Her hips started to roll in rhythm to his caresses.

“You can make it up to me some other day,” he whispered into her ear.

Akane didn't try to respond, her thoughts becoming incoherent. She cried out in pleasure as his fingers penetrated her once more, and she humped herself against them. The thrusts of her hips became stronger and stronger, and Ranma gazed in fascination at the expressions passing across her features. Then her eyes shot wide and she cried out, “Oh God!” With that she spasmed epileptically on his fingers before falling back, panting with deep gasps.

When she could speak again, Akane said, “Dammit! I want that cock of yours in me! How long are you going to make me wait!”

Ranma's lips brushed her cheek. “Not tonight, I'm afraid. The stores will be closing now. We got to straighten up and get home. Separately, same as we came here. But ... soon, I think.”

“You'd better!” she said, her voice promising retribution if he failed her.

The young couple quickly got dressed, put the futon and blanket away, then let themselves out. They took off in separate directions, both heading for home. Each wondered how long they would have to keep up this sort of pretense, and whether it was really worth the trouble to go on hiding it from their fathers.

Ryoga looked around himself miserably, recognizing nothing. He had been managing pretty well about keeping the cold rain off of himself, but a gust of wind had pushed the umbrella aside. With a sigh, the little pig pushed at the huge pack with his snout, pushing it into the narrow space between a building and a wall.

At least Haido had not shown himself for the last couple of days. He wondered what it was going to take to get rid of his perverted, wicked half forever. Or whether he was doomed to stay this way. There were times — when he was in his sane mind — that he wondered if he should just finish himself off with one grand, final Shishi Hokodan.

He looked around himself. He was inside a house now. When had that happened? Trotting down a hallway, he peeked inside an open door, then entered the room. It seemed to be a bedroom. At least there was a bed. But whose ...?

The pig jumped up atop a nearby desk and looked down. Startled, he almost swooned to see Akane lying in the bed. Asleep. He'd found her! He'd found his true love at last! And he was himself, not Haido! Almost, he woke her up, but then remembered his current form. He had to confront her as himself. Right now he was only her pet, P-chan.

Ryoga thought longingly of the furo, but discarded the idea. If Akane was in bed, then likely the entire household was asleep. That meant there would be no hot water conveniently sitting in the furo for his use. He'd have to wait for morning. In the meantime, it was best to be sure he didn't get lost between now and then.

Ryoga jumped back down to the floor, then lightly climbed onto the bed. He didn't want to wake Akane right now. Tomorrow morning he would change back into a man and confess his love. Then the two of them would be together, and Ranma would be forgotten, never able to come between them again. He, Ryoga Hibiki, would be the one to win, and Akane's heart would be his alone.

The pig curled up at the foot of the bed and went to sleep, looking forward eagerly to the coming dawn.

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