The Sex in His Bed

Ranma made sure he had the hot kettle with him as he paused at the top of the stairs. Clear at the other end of the hall from the guest room was Akane’s room. Even so, of course, Ranma had a clear impression what she doing in it and cursed his trained senses.

Still, he entered the room where Nabiki was. “Mmm,yeah!” the nearly naked girl said, burying her face in the futon nearest the sliding door. “Your scent is very strong!” She was getting makeup on it.

Ranma grunted and looked across her to his pop/panda’s futon. He didn’t relish smelling that stink. Still, her heavily perfumed slacks and shirt and scarf were there. He undid his red shirt and tossed it at the slut for his body order. His stomach wanted to turn watching her inhale it. And then rub it over her bared skin.

He was down to just his boxers by the time she was sitting up and getting rid of the padded bra. Her boobs swung free. They were good boobs, but he had seen better. His own. It kind of spoiled things when you get used to seeing a naked girl, doesn’t it? Still, this was a girl he wasn’t used to seeing naked. Not yet.

“-What the-!!” he cried when he was hit by a sopping damp pantyliner. Phew! Talk about a smell.

“What!? Isn’t that why Master made me wear it?” she teased.

“You know full well-” He had to hold the teakettle in front of his crotch to protect it from her hands as he moved around her towards the other futon.

“Meow!” she said while on her hands and knees. “I’m your pussy!”

“Cut that out!!”

“Yes, Master,” she said, happy he was telling her what to do. She sat upright on her heels in good, traditional Japanese style. She would be patient. For a little while. But Ranma thought she was mocking him.