Answers for the Tacky

Nabiki had been using napkins from the dispenser she had knocked onto the floor to wipe the man's jizz and her milk off her exposed, huge boobs the best she could. She made sure she left the soiled paper on the floor for the ice cream shop owner to clean up. “I’m still sticky,” she said, going around to the other side of the counter. Only the stretchiness of the mini skirt kept it on her. “I don’t mind the cum on my dress. It happens all the time.” She paused to give a steady look over her shoulder at Ranma. “Every day. Many times a day.” She was amused that the guy still could shudder at what faced him a few days from now. I, too, had to wonder about his ability to deny and resist. “It’s the tacky residues of men I don’t profit off of that bother me.”

She elbowed the tap and started cleaning herself with a dishcloth, and shifted the topic. “I can sell you the name of a dry cleaner who has a magic formula for instantly removing cum stains. He is into bukkake, though. I also know a body-paint artist who uses permanent dyes. As for her, she collects pussy juice, as it were. She doesn’t do guys. I don’t know if one of her fashions would “fit” you when you became a guy.”

“Or I could learn the technique my old man and Ryoga uses, and make my clothes disappear and appear back on me," Ranma said stubbornly.

“Really? Then why, O, Master of All Techniques haven’t you learned it by now?” She picked up an ice cream scoop and tapped her chin with it. “Oh, that’s right. Being topless, sometimes bottomless, too, is a tactical advantage. With the Law of Free Use all about, guys think first of fucking you rather than fighting you. In those baggy clothes you typically wear, they can forget. Easy to do, when they always have the distraction of women in revealing or no clothes, dripping cum from their every hole.

"You need to battle those more sexually jaded. You need to be more jaded.” Nabiki scooped up some tap water and flung it Ranma.