Ranma Chooses Shampoo

“Kasumi.” But I could feel Ranma wasn’t really serious.

“Oh, my!” Nabiki imitated her big sister. “Then you want to make sure everybody’s pleased in using you as their cumdump. ‘Can I clean your dick and maybe whatever else has semen on it? Would you like a second helping?’ I never suspected that about you, Saotome. “ Her sarcasm became sharper with, “Maybe the girl personality shows she actually wants to be a cumdump. Her ‘Cute-Little-Me’ isn’t an act!”

The pigtailed girl shuddered. I had the impression that was a fear of his. Come to think about it, he could act very girly, completely Out of his male Character. “Okay! Okay, I agree to be trained just because trainin’ is something I understand. I can deal with practicin’ to be a cumdump because I’ve trained for all sorts of stupid and disgustin’ things.” She became determined. “But I ain’t gonna let you train me to be like you! No sellin’ this cursed body, even if it means guys payin’ me not to have sex with them! No! My pride demands I get the trainin’ from a real martial artist!”

“Cologne, then?” Nabiki smiled brightly. I wondered what the leader of the Chinese amazons had offered her to get her ‘future son-in-law’ to her clutches.

“Shampoo.”

“Oo…! You do have some male libido! You’ll get her great-grandmom’s training, but you’ll get it wrapped in a young, beautiful package.”

That wasn’t the feeling I got. (Well, maybe a little.) “Shampoo won’t just be seein’ me not bein’ a man-among-men, she’ll be helpin’ to make me that way! Maybe then she’ll stop wantin’ to marry me!”

“I won’t jinx the deal by what I think of the chances of that happening. But it’s agreed? No backing down? Should we place two orders for ramen, Ranma, and wait for the delivery girl?”

“Four orders!” Daisuke said.

“Yeah! We want to see our redheaded Ranma be cumdumped on!” Hiroshi said.