Nabiki enters

The door swung open. You heard a loud, indistinct note and a deluge of ice cold water fell upon you.

"Wh-what was that?" You spluttered and coughed as your vision slowly unblurred, revealing the sunny face of the second Tendo sister.

"Oh, clumsy me. It was hot water, wasn't it?" Nabiki tossed aside her wooden bucket as she appraised you, her eyes lingering a second longer upon your chest. "Hm. Though I think I like this 'Ranma' better anyways."

"Nabiki?" Kasumi's curious gaze tilts from you to Nabiki. "What are you doing here?"

"I got bored of watching." Nabiki stretched her arms above her head as she walked in. "Thought I'd have a taste for myself."

Watching? Wait... There! You caught a glint of metal out of the corner of your eye. A camera was hidden in the crack between the closet door. That... that banshee!

You spun on Nabiki, only to instead get a faceful of Akane. "Ranma!" Her courage rediscovered, Akane glared, face red with an impotent rage. "We're not done yet!"

"Give me a break." You said in as glib a voice you could muster. "You didn't have to put it in."

"Put it in? What do you- oh." Nabiki's eyes trailed down south, following the string trailing down like a tail between Akane's legs.

"Oh my! Anal beads!" Kasumi pressed her hands together, a warm smile gracing her lips. "How very thoughtful of you, Ranma!"

Akane shuddered. You swore you saw a vein pop on her forehead. Her face scrunched up into a glare and her thin lips tightened into a pout.

Damn. She was cute when she was angry. You were far cuter, of course. Your pride as a man would not let you lose in any competition, even if that was being the 'best girl.' But a small part of your male mind that had not been desensitized by seeing your own womanly figure in the mirror could not help but appreciate those palmable, but perky breasts, her lithesome figure, her wide buttocks. Her comically large dick and balls, both of which wagged-

You lunged forward, grabbing her shoulder. "No. I saw that. Keep your hand away from that table." In an instant, the fury melted from Akane's face, to be replaced by red-faced teary-eyed humiliation. You feel her shoulders slowly relax. "...Bastard." She mumbles.

"Oh Akane." Kasumi sighed. "If you weren't always so quick to resort to ****..."

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Now if you are all quite done." Nabiki placed a hand upon your shoulder, guiding you back down to the futon. "Sister dearest treated you well, didn't she? I bet I'm better."

"Nabiki..."

Nabiki waved dismissively at Akane. "Why are you still here? Run along. Little boys shouldn't peep in on 'girl's nights.'"

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"Stupid stupid stupid stupid..." Akane panted. She lay naked on her futon, covered in sweat and a line of semen. Her soft dick was draped across her leg, spent for the moment. But each moan, each scream she heard from down the hall sent pinpricks of pleasure running through it.

She had been enraged as she humped her pillow, imagining that it was Ranma's stupid-slut face she was defiling. But now, after creaming on and ruining it, she felt defeated. Fuck this virus and fuck this disgusting, insatiable dick. She hated boys. She hated their lecherous, brutish, slovenly antics. But now...

A muffled scream pierced through the wall as Ranma orgasmed. Akane's head lifted up.

"Are you serious? Already?" Akane groaned as she glared at her crotch. She did not care how much her 'other head' ached. Fuck it! She would not let this thing rule her life! With a heavy sigh, she shambled to the window and threw it open. She sucked in a breath of the frigid air and, for a moment, she immersed herself in the outdoor noises. The gentle splashes of the koi pond, the rustling of trees, the thumping of a pickup truck, a faint 'oh-hoh-hoh' carried by the wind...

Akane's eyes snapped open and she glared down upon the garden walls. She caught a shadowy figure leaping gracefully away, trailing a streamer behind her as she ran.

"Fuck my life..."