How-to Flirt: From a 1,500-year-old Young Girl

Ranma used her martial arts training to read all behaviors her cerebellum had lined up, ready for her to select from. She was searching for something among them that didn’t feel right, something that a real girl would do. And as soon as she found it, she had to immediately act on impulse, not giving her male preferences any time to counteract.

She giggled! That was definitely something the Original liked to do. So, it was time for her Cute Act, huh.

Ikki was relieved this dangerous girl was off his body, but his body wasn’t. It clung to the fresh memory of a warm, soft, silky girl being against it. It cursed his clothes and was grateful it wasn’t wearing gloves, for his hands were still around her waist. But only for a moment, for the the little redhead moved one hand down to a nice, round buttock. And she raised the other just shy of an even nicer, rounder tit. He blinked and tried to focus on anything but those two inviting temptations.

She wasn’t his type! She was too damned cute! If she was going to be a battle maiden, why couldn’t she fit the stereotype!? Why couldn’t she be tall and beautiful instead of unbelievably pretty!? - How old was she, anyway!?! Her ass, tits and figure didn’t belong on a girl that size! Was she spectacularly overly-developed for her age? Was she even old enough?!!

The calculating minx swayed her hips side to side and acted coquettishly.

Ranma’s hands practically moved on their own; they came up to squeeze her boobs into pronounced cleavage as she played with his shirt buttons. She did not dare unbutton them; not yet. “Are you going to just let a girl be the only one nude?”

Ikki was about to mention his mild fetish for CMNF, but stopped himself. “I, I didn’t ask you to be nu,nnn - I!!” he yelped as a nude thigh bump up against his prick. (It was almost enough for him to lose his holds on her ass and tits.)

“You know you want me, and I know.” Yes, his manhood was getting (mmm and also ugh) harder. The Lozenge told her to not be too aggressive, but to do come onto him.

“The TRUTH! How old are you?!”

“If I tell you, will you take off your clothes?”