Hell, Yes! A Woman Scorned

Your lips meet. Her lips say, “But Ranma - “

In one movement, your hands descend to hers and you drag the martial artist out of the bedroom. “This has been going on for too long!” Your prick is pumping testosterone into you. You’re certain her estrogen level is also on the rise. She only has to let go of the control trained into her phenomenal body! “I’m going to show you - remind you about something about Ranma!”

You pull her into the bathroom and in front of the huge mirror over the length of the counter. “Look at yourself!”

The redhead is annoyed. “I see my girl body.” Actually, she hardly sees her body at all as it is beneath a shirt that’s hanging too loose on her.

You reach around and start unbuttoning. “You’re not looking at yourself. Not as Ranma! Ranko, remember what Ranma saw when he fapped over you!”

The redhead grew red all the way down to the cleavage you were exposing. “What makes you think I did that!?!” Her voiced now echoed against the tile.

“That wasn’t you. That was Ranma! Unless you get horny staring at your body naked -” and you yank the shirt down to fall around her feet.

There she is again in all her 4-foot 11-inch (150 cm) glory of fantastic curves. Her hairless pussy is just hidden beneath the countertop (though it didn’t have to be if you moved from behind her). Above her 25-inch (63 cm) is her 36+ (92 cm) boobs. She is everything you want to see in Ranko. And most especially, her face is as cute as when you crushed on it: Her hair and head that are larger than the rest, her big, blue eyes, her button nose, her full cheeks, her mouth….

She is flashing on - despite herself - what Ranma saw when he wanted to fuck the girl he saw in the mirror. She has his memories, though, not his emotions. She has to call on the female emotions that remain open to her or be upset about what he herself want to do to with her. She chose, apparently, to be flattered. He is a guy, and, as a girl, she should -

She gets mad. “Stupid Ranma.” It’s low intensity is worse than a yell.

She steps out of the shirt and kicked it away. “I’ll show him he can’t get over me! Ignore this hot bod for months! Genma is wrong!! I’ll show him a martial artist can have plenty of sex and still win: I will battle him when he tries to stop us when we get all hot and sweaty with our fucking!! I swear! Martial artist against martial artist!”

And YOU'll battle the martial artist if the fucking doesn't begin now!