Victories Where You Can Find Them

Nabiki had fucked Hiroshi under the table. In their vigorous humping, the parfaits had been tipped over and now ice cream with their ingredients had melted and joined the loads of cum on the floor. Yet more jizz was still being leaked from her pussy and asshole. “Ah!” stretched the outrageously modified woman, causing her bared 40H boobs lift without, somehow, compressing them. “It’s so satisfying to make a man wilted for hours, if not days.”

“Only by givin’ the guy the same amount of sex he could maximally do in that time,” Ranma frowned, unimpressed. Still, I could feel him dealing with the emotions the idea brought up in him as he weighed the pros and cons of it. If he did have to be free-use, this may be the way his girl-half would have to deal with guys who wouldn’t give his holes a break. But in his guy-body, he still, after years of knowing his time of being assaulted every which way by guys who kept their cocks, must find the prospect going against everything he had trained his whole life for as a martial artist.

“You have to take your victories where you can find them.” She caught some of the cum dripping from her, and contemplated it for a moment. “You as a fighter should know that.” She flicked the jizz at him and chuckled when he dodged it.

“Not all dicks go soft. Look at Daisuke.” The nearly asleep guy was in his own pool of cum on the floor. His head was resting against the restaurant's bench while he still jacked off. It had been a while since I’d seen anything come out of his cock, but it still remained semi-erect.

“There are always challenges. ...And what is that Saotome motto? "Always accept a challenge", isn’t it?” She was amused by his grimace. “The grapevine says he wants you to spend your 18th birthday with him and this one.” She lifted Hiroshi’s exhausted dick with the toe of her high-heel shoe.

“Is that where you want me to be? I haven’t promised to let you know where I’ll be.”

“No; only where you won’t be. Even if I don’t know where you’ll be, I have the spread covered in the betting over you. There's more than one way to make money off of you becoming free for use by any and all. I’ve made myself look like a look like a bimbo, but the magic spell hasn’t made me think like one. Inside, I’m still the Nabiki you knew before I became 18.”

Her attitude was irritating Ranma. “That magic spell of yours also lets you give milk whenever you want, right? This ice cream guy, here, must love milk products. It would help make up for him havin’ to clean up all the cum mess you released in his restaurant.”

“Watch it, Saotome,” she warned. “I could always cast the spell on you.” Then she smirked. “You might like being a milk maid. You would always have a supply for the ice cream you love.”