Jail Bait

Not wanting to look at the Two Fathers, Ranma directed her glare out the open shoji doors. I wasn’t sure what the nude woman was looking at - until I tuned into her trained senses. There above the privacy wall of the Tendo property, the windows and balconies of upper stories allowed the neighbors to see in. Only one neighbor was out, but he had binoculars. Two, though, had telescopes waiting. And one had a camera on a tripod with a powerful telescopic, zoom lens; it was probably on a timer - or it may have been controlled by a computer program. It was a still camera, one that allowed fine, unpixelated blow ups. Why didn’t Ranma see a video camera? There had to be at least one out there. Perhaps it was hidden behind something that allowed it to be aimed out a window.

I suddenly heard something in the crawlspace below the floor. I thought of Sasuke sneaking ninja-style, taking pictures for his Master Kuno’s collection. And photoshopping them to make them more interesting for the stalker. (Why had Nabiki allowed his spy cameras to compete with hers? Kuno was the main contributor to her bank account.)

Ranma heard this before I did. Her bad mood soured further - but then changed! Before I could read it, she had gone from sitting to leaping over the table to landing very lightly on the floor. She looked in anticipation at one particular ‘yard by two yards’ tatami mat. All of her emotions were focused on wickedly scapegoating. She seemed determined to be more villainess than hero.

The floor panel was lifted up by Ryoga. “It worked! I do understand how to use my GPS!”

Mr. Tendo and Saotome greeted him, but they were ignored.

“Hello…, Big Boy….” Ranma said in as sexy a way as her stomach would allow. She had bent over and was letting her boobs dangle near him. Literally dangling, freely moving about as bait.

“Oh, hello, Ranma,” he said nonchalantly as he sat on the floor and swung his feet up onto it.

“See something you like?” she said, hefting her boobs.

He looked, but only as he was also replacing the section of the floor. “I like them. But I’ve seen better. And probably felt better, too.”

“WHAT!?!?” Ranma felt insulted. From her movements, I felt she wanted to shove her tits into his face. She may have even wanted to force him to suckle on them. I understood, now, the Global Positioning System wouldn’t allow her to, not without the great risk of getting caught. She rolled a tit up from her chest and licked, lapped and kissed its teat. “Mm, just imagine what this will be like when I give milk! But they’re tasty right now. Yum, mm-mm!”

“Sorry, Ranma: My nosebleeding days are over with. I’m no longer a virgin. I’ve been 18 for two months.” He stood up and did the opposite of what he could do when he changed back into a human - He made his pants disappear. His dick inflated into a cock as he talked. “You haven’t seen me because I’ve been in training. Every time I’ve had sex, I’ve learned how to adjust for my defective GPS by those of other people. The more people I could use for comparison, the better I became at not only not getting lost but discovering how to use the GPS in ways most people haven't even bothered to imagine.

“I’ve fucked 998 women. Tomorrow is Akane’s birthday, isn’t it?” he asked. But he was looking and pointing his manhood straight at the female and naked Ranma. It wasn't hard to guess who he planned to make his 1000th.