Soul of Ice, Soul of FIRE

“But HE’S - “

You wrap an arm around her belly to her hip, and spank!! And spank once more!

“You’re raisin’ more heat! He’s -”

“Are you a martial artist or not!? This is a challenge! Find a technique of your own! As long as he’s asleep, he’s nothing better than a technique himself!” You spank her again.”You! Ranko Saotome can win against him!” Spank! “Or are you a weak woman!”

“I AIN’T!” she snarls. “I can counter heat with cold! Only he's using cold!!" she cried in frustration. "He's Yang, but he's using his Soul of Ice, so do I -”

She starts to laugh...and it turns into one of revelatory glory! “I do have a Soul of Fire! I understand what it means to be a woman! I AM Woman!”

She stops looking in the mirror and looks over her shoulder at you. One foot leaves your cock; the other caresses it. “Ranma is using a Yin technique." Her upper body turns as she touches your arm. “As a woman, I am Yin!” Second foot leaves your cock, as the first places itself on the bathroom countertop. “I have the advantage in this technique.” She pushes herself away from the counter and into you. “I am cold…”

One arm around her waist, one hand supporting her by her butt, you stumble backwards. You lose your hold on her as she fully turns and is holding you in an over-the-shoulders hug. The cute redhead’s face by yours. The small woman’s legs are wrapped around your hips; her heels are on your butt. Though her tits aren’t against your chest, her wet cunt is firmly against your balls and shaft. “...I attract heat. Ranma wants heat? Let’s give him heat.”