Chapter 8 - A Simple Wager

AN: Oh, look! A new chapter that is perfectly on time and not at all late!
(Pls no bulli~)
I blame FGO.


Chapter 7 – A Simple Wager

Ranma didn't know how long she had spent crying in Yuka's arms, only that they had been in the room long enough for an attendant to politely knock on the outside.

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“Excuse me? Dear customers? Is everything alright in there? Do you need any assistance?”

“Everything is fine!” lied Yuka, covering for Ranma's weakness.  “We'll be finished soon!”

“Oh no, please take your time, ladies.” came the polite reply of the assistant.  “Please inform me if you need anything at all.” With her piece being said, Ranma heard the assistant shuffle away from the changing room.

Yuka seemed to be listening to her fading steps too, as when the woman's presence seemed to have receded, she asked in a soft tone, “Are you feeling a bit better now, Ranma?”

It was extremely embarrassing to admit, but Ranma did feel a lot better after having cried her heart out.  Her throat still felt a bit painful and she could feel snot clogging up her nose and leaking out onto her skin where it mixed with dried tears.  But a knot in Ranma's chest seemed to have loosened and the stress she had been steadily accumulating had faded considerably.  

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to shame herself further, Ranma would've been completely content to remain in Yuka's warm embrace.

“Y-Yeah...” replied Ranma, her voice still a bit scratchy and slightly congested.  She slowly extricated herself from Yuka's arms, though she was happy when the girl refused to let go of her completely and took Ranma's hands in her own.

“Sorry for...breaking down like that-” began Ranma, still sniffling a bit.

“You don't have anything to be sorry about, honey.” interrupted Yuka firmly, taking out a handkerchief from her skirt pocket and started to clean Ranma's face up.  “Sometimes you just need to have a good cry.” 

The handkerchief pinched itself around Ranma's nostrils and Yuka said in a tone that brooked no disagreement: “Blow.”

Ranma obediently blew her nose into the now soiled piece of cloth and felt relieved when her airways became clearer.  “Well, that's as best as we can do for now.  We'll get you all cleaned up in the nearest bathroom.”

“...Thank you, Yuka.”

Yuka smiled a little sadly at her.  “...You're very welcome, Ranma.  You know this doesn't change how I think about you, right?” Before Ranma could say anything, Yuka pressed on, “I don't think any less about you now than I did before.”

Ranma looked away, “...You should.” 

Once again, Ranma was treated to the loving embrace of her friend.  “You're not weak for crying Ranma.” emphasized Yuka, “Everyone cries at some point, Ranma.  It doesn't matter how old they are or what gender they may be...”

Ranma said nothing in response, not quite believing in her words, but unwilling to put in the energy for a rebuttal.  She heard a small sigh from above her and Yuka rubbed Ranma's back for a few moments, rocking slightly back and forth on the bench.

“...Hey...” spoke up Yuka after a few more minutes of cuddling, “How about we get out of here and get some ice cream or something?”

“...I'm buyin'...” mumbled Ranma, not wanting Yuka to pay for this as well.

“After seeing how much you can pack away? You bet you're paying, Missy!” said Yuka mock-sternly, finishing with a gentle poke to Ranma's stomach.

Ranma giggled and swatted Yuka's ticklish fingers away, “...I'm not that bad.”

“You say that, but I'm pretty sure there are several ice-cream parlours where you've been banned.”

“...Not all of them.” replied Ranma with a small unrepentant grin, earning another giggle from Yuka.

It was nice to talk about lighthearted things like this with Yuka and not just because it made an excellent distraction for her to focus on.  It was by spending time with the other girl that Ranma was coming to realize that she felt more safe and accepted with Yuka than she had with...anyone, really.  While this didn't mean that Ranma would pour out her heart and soul to Yuka (or at least, completely do so) , the other girl's companionship had nonetheless been a significant boon in lightening the burdens that Ranma carried.

'...Does she really not think less of me, though...?' It was a concern that lingered in Ranma's mind, no matter what Yuka may have said otherwise.  After all, Yuka was an extremely kind girl and could have simply been saying such a thing to comfort Ranma without truly meaning it.

Ranma shivered a little and squeezed Yuka tighter at the dark thought.

“It's a bit chilly in here, isn't it?” murmured Yuka.  “Why don't we get you back into your clothes, hm?”

“...Mmh...” hummed Ranma in agreement.  While she was reluctant to end the hug, Ranma didn't want to burden Yuka any more than she had to.  

In a few moments, Ranma had taken off the sports bra and shrugged on her shirt, exiting the changing room with Yuka and her purchases.  The store was empty of any other customers at the moment, so they didn't have to wait in line to get to the cashier.  Unfortunately, that also meant that a worker that might have otherwise been distracted with the presence of other customers, could devote her attention fully onto the two of them.

“I hope you two ladies found everything...”

The worker trailed off as she looked at Ranma, who watched the older woman's eyes crinkle in worry...and pity.  Averting her eyes, Ranma ducked slightly behind Yuka, hoping that her taller frame could shield her from the cashier's gaze.  Once again, Yuka proved to be the reliable friend that she was and spoke up before the cashier could say anything else.

“We found everything that we were looking for, thank you.” demurred Yuka, audibly placing Ranma's selections on the counter.  “Could I ask if you know where the nearest bathroom is in the mall, by any chance? My friend and I would like the chance to freshen ourselves up.”

“...The women's room on this floor is a bit far away from the shop.  But there's an employee bathroom that I can let you girls use.” There was a smile evident in the woman's voice and the jingling sound of keys prompted Ranma to peek out from behind Yuka to see the cashier unlocking a door behind her.  A small corridor was revealed and the woman smiled at Ranma, gesturing at the open doorway, “It'll be the last door on your left, Miss.  I'll just ring up your purchases with your friend here.”

Ranma blushed at the treatment the older woman was giving her, but gratefully bowed in appreciation.  “...Thank you.”

The cashier's smile broadened and she said, “You're very welcome, dearie.”

Ranma glanced at Yuka and she shooed her away with an encouraging smile.  “Remember: You still owe me ice-cream.” 

Ranma chuckled at the reminder and stepped behind the counter, entering the corridor and locating the bathroom.  It was a small, tiled room with only a single toilet and a sink with a mirror above it, but it was clean.  Ranma winced as she took in the sight of her face in the mirror.  While Yuka had done her best to clean up her face, the red-rimmed eyes, puffy skin surrounding them and splotchy complexion made it obvious that Ranma had been crying.  The beauty that Ranma had taken pride in was very obviously marred and Ranma was loathe to keep looking at the visible reminder of her weakness.

Fsssshhhh...

Refreshing cold water sprung from the faucet and Ranma set about splashing the liquid onto her face, sighing in relief as she cleaned herself up fully.  Each time she came up from the sink and chanced a look at her reflection, she looked a little better, a little more like herself.  Eventually, Ranma felt that she had achieved as much as she was going to be able to do and was left with eyes that weren't quite as bloodshot and surrounding skin that wasn't quite so mottled with red.

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“Ranma?” came the voice of Yuka after three knocks on the door, “Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah!  Just finishing up now.” replied Ranma, shutting off the tap and patting her face dry with a fluffy blue towel hanging off a ring.  She opened the door to find Yuka leaning against the opposite wall with a bag in her hand bearing the name of the lingerie store they were in.  Most of Ranma's attention, however, wasn't drawn in by Yuka's familiar smile but rather the small dark stain on the bottom half of her dark-green uniform.

A stain that was most likely caused by Ranma sobbing like the weak little girl that she was.

“Yuka...I'm so sor-”

“None of that now.” Yuka cut off Ranma's apology firmly, having followed the direction of her gaze.  “It's nothing major and it'll dry out soon anyway.  But even if it didn't? I wouldn't care.”

“But...”

“It's just clothing, Ranma.  If getting a little dirty or even completely ruined means that I can help cheer you up, even just a little bit? That's completely worth it.  You are worth it.” asserted Yuka fiercely. 

It was completely baffling how Yuka's passionate words created the paradoxical sensation of a fluttering warmth in Ranma's chest and also the feeling of wanting to cry again.  Ranma couldn't deny the stinging sensation in her eyes, but she could at least press her face into the crook of her arm and push the tears back for the time being.  

“Y-Yer...a helluva friend, Yuka...” finally said Ranma with a watery chuckle.

Yuka giggled, “And you're stuck with me!”

~Unfit~

“Whuh'd 'oo shay?” unintelligibly replied Ranma through a mouthful of waffle cone and cookie-dough ice cream.

Yuka frowned at her and tutted, “Swallow first, Ranma.  Girls shouldn't talk with their mouths full.” A thoughtful expression crossed her face and she gave Ranma a strangely devious smile, “In public, anyway.”

Ranma swallowed and sheepishly apologized to her friend, “Sorry.  Anyway, I was asking what ya' said.  I didn't catch it.”

After cleaning up in the bathroom (and profusely thanking the shop assistant), the two of them had made a beeline for an ice cream parlour next to the train station on their way back.  It was of a middling size, was equipped with a pretty good variety of selections and was sparsely crowded enough that they were able to snag a booth for themselves in relative privacy.  

Yuka took a dainty lick of her own ice cream cone and repeated her question.  “I asked you how your friend was doing.  Sato-san?”

Ranma mulled the name over in her head a bit before it clicked, “Ya' talkin' about Hiroshi?” Yuka nodded, “What about him?”

“Well, the last time I spoke with him, he wanted to ask me out and I turned him down.  I'm just wondering if he's doing okay.”

“He was kind of mopey for a bit afterwards, but I think he bounced back alright.” Ranma thought back to the moron proudly showing off his porno on the roof just a few hours ago and chuckled.  “Yeah, I think he's fine.”

“That's good to hear.” sighed Yuka with a relieved smile.  “I had forgotten to ask you on how he was doing, but it kept on slipping my mind.”

“So...Hiroshi isn't your...uh...type, I'm guessin'?” inquired Ranma.  

Yuka laughed loudly.  “Of course not!” She gasped a little and her cheeks pinked as she looked at Ranma with a contrite expression, “No offence to Sato-san! It's just...that I'm far more interested in older men.”

The next bite of ice cream filling her mouth wasn't nearly as sweet as it had been upon hearing Yuka's confession.  Most likely the chilliness of the frozen delight had numbed her tongue too much to properly savour it.  

“O-Oh? That's cool...So like...college age or something...?”

“Or something.” giggled Yuka with a coy smile.  “Why the sudden interest in my dating life, anyway?”

Ranma wasn't really sure of that answer herself and simply shrugged, coming up with something that sounded reasonable in her head.  “...Just curious, I guess.  Isn't this the kind of thing girls are s'posed ta' talk about?”

“Somehow, I doubt that it's only girls who talk about dating and the opposite sex.” dryly retorted Yuka.

Memories of idle conversations floating with some random guys at school and Hiroshi and Daisuke...being themselves...caused Ranma to easily concede to her point with a snort, “Yeah.  Fair enough.”

Yuka giggled and lightly bumped her shoulder against Ranma's who returned the affectionate gesture with a smile.  Yuka's face became thoughtful and she said, “Hmm...my kind of man...Well, I suppose my ideal guy would be someone like my Daddy!”

Ranma choked on her ice cream.

“Ranma!” cried out Yuka, hurriedly patting her back as she hacked and coughed to dislodge the bits of slush that had gone down the wrong pipe.  “Are you okay?”

Ranma raised a shaky thumbs-up and a weak smile at her friend.  “Y-Yeah.”

Yuka frowned and said doubtfully, “If you say so...”.  She shook her head and gently admonished Ranma, “You should eat slower, Ranma.  Girls shouldn't be so messy after all!”

“R-Right.  Sorry, Yuka...” apologized Ranma as Yuka corrected her on her manners again.  “A-Anyway...about what you were saying your...uh...ideal guy is...” began Ranma, wanting to get back on track, “You wanted someone like your Da...d...?”

'He's not here right now! I don't have to call him Daddy!'

“Of course.” stated Yuka with a raised eyebrow, as if she were confused as to why Ranma was asking her such a thing.

'But it's not like I can actually SAY what's wrong with him...' A moment's more of deliberation and Ranma figured that she could at least be indirect with her line of questioning to get some answers without her secret being blown.

“So...like...what about him do you like?” Not liking the way that she phrased the question, Ranma hurriedly tacked on: “Uh, I-In your kind of guy t-that is?” 

Yuka's face lit up joyfully and she gave a single word answer that seemed to explain her feelings succinctly: “Everything.”

Ranma blinked.  “...Everything?”

“Yup!” confirmed Yuka with a brilliant smile.  “He's kind and thoughtful and when he's holding me, I always feel so warm and safe!” Ranma barely caught herself in stopping to nod in agreement at that last point.  She quietly breathed a sigh of relief when Yuka didn't appear to notice in favour of continuing to gush about her father.  

“...and he's a great cook and has a good job that lets him take care of us without any real worries.  He always asks how my day went and if I need any help with homework or advice for anything and...” Yuka trailed off, her voice becoming more tender and soft, “...he always, always looks out for me.  Whenever I feel lonely or sad or just want a shoulder to cry on, I know that he'll be there for me no matter what.”

“...You really love him...don't you?” observed Ranma with a fond smile.

Yuka sighed happily, “I really do...” She smiled at Ranma and asked, “But I think that's only natural, after all.  Don't you love your Daddy?”

'His face split into an ugly grin as he corrected her.  “Call me 'Daddy' when we're alone like this.  You're supposed to be my daughter after all.”'

It was worrying that Ranma's feelings towards the man weren't of hatred.  Dislike, sure, but even that wasn't entirely pure in that it was mixed together with terrifying feelings of shame...and desire.

It was just as worrying that it took a few moments of silent, shameful contemplation to realize that Yuka was talking about Ranma's father and not her Daddy.

'GAH! He's NOT my Daddy! He's just...just...Kenta...Just...Kenta...'

“Um...Ranma?” Yuka's hesitant voice neatly broke into Ranma's spiralling thoughts.  “Do you need to visit the bathroom...?”

'...And apparently I look constipated now.  Great.'

Ranma gave a tired sigh and shook her head, “No, Yuka.  I'm not...I was just thinking of something else.” 

“About your Daddy?”

The grimace that appeared on Ranma's face wasn't entirely due to thinking about Kenta or the repetition of the 'D Word'.  “Yeah.  I was...thinkin' about my old man.”

“The...stories I've heard about your father...haven't exactly been the most...flattering.” said Yuka carefully with a slight frown.

Ranma snorted, “Sounds 'bout right.  Bastard goes on and on about honour and pride but never seems to practice much of it himself.  And then when Happosai does...does...this to me-!” Ranma clenched her fist weakly for emphasis, “-and robs the Amazons blind, what does he do? He takes his old buddy along with him to flee the fucking country!”

'And...leave me and Mom behind.'

Ranma angrily rubbed away the tears building in the corner of her eyes and then scarfed down the remaining bits of her ice cream.  It only pissed her off further when the normally sweet flavour was dampened by her roiling emotions and was even somewhat painful to swallow as it slid past a lump in her throat.  

Yuka was hugging her again, which was a nice consolation prize.  Venting about her Dad was always some good stress relief too.  It was a different kind of catharsis when it was done with Yuka as compared to her Mom, but no less satisfying for the soul.  Perhaps it was just because of lingering memories of how her Mom used to act to anything that wasn't 'Manly' was what made it hard for Ranma to truly open up to her. 

Perhaps that display of vulnerability was what prompted Yuka's next words.

“For a long time, I used to resent my father.” she began quietly, stoking Ranma's surprised interest immediately by the frank admission.  “If I had to say who I was closest to growing up, I would've easily said it was my mother.  Sayuri in second place.  My father was usually busy with work – not to the point that he was rarely home, mind you...but often enough.”

“'Father'...Not 'Daddy'?” commented Ranma carefully.

Yuka let out a sad chuckle.  “That's what he was back then.  I still loved him of course and I defaulted to calling him Papa.  Daddy for when I was feeling really affectionate.” Yuka looked at her and winked.  “Or when I wanted to sneak another cookie past Mama.”

Ranma laughed and Yuka joined in with her for a bit before continuing her tale.  “I wouldn't say we were the closest family, but we still cared for each other and it was obvious to me just how much Daddy and Mama had loved each other.  It wasn't perfect by any means, but we worked.”

Yuka sighed heavily.  “...Right up until I turned eleven and my mother had a stroke.  I was at a sleepover at Sayuri's and Papa was staying late working yet again, which meant my Mom was all alone at home when...”

For once, it was Ranma who initiated the hug, conveying all of the affection and care she could as Yuka took in a shuddering breath to steady herself.  Ranma wasn't exactly an expert on the 'touchy-feely' stuff, but the thankful smile that Yuka gave her meant that her clumsy attempt wasn't unappreciated. 

“Thank you, Ranma.” said Yuka softly.  She closed her eyes and took another breath, much more steady this time.  “It's been...a long time since I talked about this with someone.”

“...Why me?” The words slipped out of Ranma's mouth before she could properly stifle them. 

Yuka gave Ranma a sympathetic smile and stroked her hair.  “I...thought it might help if you knew you weren't the only one who had to deal with...this kind of thing.  Even if it's not really the same...” 

“That...” began Ranma, only to stop as she didn't really know what to say in response to that.  

She had words to describe her father – mostly insults – and even more to say about her Yuka's Daddy, with only some ('Most...?') of it being insults.  But if Ranma just focused on Yuka and her relationship with her own father and compared it with her own familial bond, there was no question as to which was superior.

“...I think I hate him.” confessed Ranma in a small voice.

“I did too.” softly replied Yuka.

Ranma shook her head and pointed out, “You forgave him, though.”

“...It's okay if you don't forgive yours.” That rebuttal gave Ranma pause and she took a moment to reflect on the statement before asking another question of Yuka.

“...Is...Is it weird...if in spite of all the crap he's pulled that...” began Ranma.

“...you still care about him anyway?” finished Yuka.

''Him' being...who? I'm not even sure if I'm talking about my old man anymore...'

“...Mhm.” Ranma nodded slowly with such conflicting thoughts coursing through her.

Yuka chuckled and shook her head.  “That's not weird at all.”

'...Is that really...true...?'

Ranma didn't have anything else to say to that and instead settled into a contemplative silence that Yuka respected as she polished off her own ice cream.  With an unspoken agreement, the two of them decided to get a soft-serve cone each before they left the store, settling on lighter topics.  While she chatted to Yuka, Ranma couldn't help but keep their previous conversation on her mind and continued to silently wrestle with her feelings.

~Unfit~

Ranma really wished she had gotten a better handle on how exactly she was feeling, if only so that she knew how she could possibly deal with the current situation.  The part of her that wanted to see Yuka safely back to her home ended up backfiring spectacularly on Ranma when her Daddy – 'Yuka's Daddy, that is.  Not...not mine...' – ended up offering to do the same for Ranma.

“Martial-artist or not.  It's not right for a young woman to go back home alone so close to dark.” To the man's credit, he honestly did seem concerned about Ranma's well-being.

The stupid tingly feeling that arose within Ranma's chest from that observation was quickly squashed and summarily repressed. 

“The dojo ain't that far...” pointed out Ranma.

“True.” conceded Yuka, though she continued with a worried frown, “But it might be better to have someone with you just in case you run into anyone on the way back.”

That was probably meant to be a reference to both the Moxibustion and Ranma's luck with meeting rivals at the most inopportune times.  To her chagrin, Ranma couldn't exactly brush off Yuka's worries due to the not insignificant likelihood of them actually happening.  While any of the Kunos probably wouldn't care about a civilian being collateral damage in an assault on Ranma, she didn't think that Ryoga would be quite so cavalier.  He'd at least measure his approach to Ranma rather than orchestrate an ambush in that situation and in that case, all Ranma would have to do would be to turn a corner and lose him.

“I...guess...” admitted Ranma slowly, racking her brain to think of something else to say before Yuka summarily sealed her fate.

“Great!” cheered Yuka.  She smiled at Ranma reassuringly, “Don't worry, Ranma!  Daddy will take good care of you!”

“Very good care.” emphasized Ken...D̷͈͛a̸̜͛d̸̞̐d̸͔͆y̷̜͠...whose eyes glimmered with amusement.

Ranma looked away from him with a small blush, resigning herself to the fact that she was basically stuck now.  Yuka and Daddy exchanged quick farewells with each other and a wish from Yuka telling the both of them to take care before closing the door behind her and leaving the two of them alone outside their house.

Daddy's smile from seeing his daughter off morphed into a grin as he sauntered over to Ranma.

“It's nice to see you so soon again, Ranma-chan!” chuckled Daddy.  He placed one hand on Ranma's lower back and gently maneuvered her off of the property and onto the sidewalk to start their journey.

“...Didn't want Yuka to go back alone...” muttered Ranma.  Daddy's hand (that had at some point wrapped around her slender waist) stopped Ranma from moving further when its owner came to a halt.  Blinking in confusion, Ranma glanced back at Daddy and was a bit startled to see him looking at her with a tender smile.

“...Thank you, Ranma.  That was very kind of you.” he said sincerely.

Ranma felt her cheeks heating up and she quickly looked away from Daddy with a small huff.  “...She's my friend.” explained Ranma.

“Then I'm glad my daughter is friends with a good girl like you.” praised Daddy softly.

Ranma didn't reply to his words, but she could keenly feel a small, glowing ember of pride at the compliment nonetheless.

“Where did you and Yuka go to today?” asked Daddy as they reached the end of the block and started to turn.  He gestured towards the bags in Ranma's hand, “Clothes shopping? I didn't see Yuka carrying any bags.”

Ranma looked suspiciously at Daddy, but saw no harm in answering the seemingly casual question.  “We just went to Shinjuku.  I got some stuff and we stopped for ice cream on the way back.”

Kenta's brow raised up in curiosity.  “You went to the next Ward? What did you need to get that you couldn't get here in Nerima?”

Ranma blushed and repeated her answer.  “...Stuff.”

“Clothes?” guessed Daddy.  Ranma nodded hesitantly and Daddy grinned at her, “The kind of clothes you wear out in public...” His voice dropped into a guttural whisper and drew Ranma close with the arm still wrapped around her waist, “...Or the kind that'd make Daddy's cock hard?”

Ranma sputtered and felt her face light up with an atomic blush.  It only worsened when Daddy guffawed, “The second kind, then!”

“P-Pervert!” scolded Ranma in an undertone, anxiously scanning the street for anyone in earshot.  Luckily for her, the day was coming to an end and most people had already returned to their homes between shift changes and so there were only a few stragglers here and there that were too far (hopefully) to listen in.

“Only when it comes to a beauty like you, Ranma-chan.” retorted Daddy with a teasing smirk and lustful gaze.

“Ah...T-That...Y-You...!” stuttered Ranma shyly, feeling inordinately pleased at the flattery.  Feeling unsure as to how to express herself properly, Ranma simply settled into an embarrassed silence.

She probably should have put up more of a protest when Daddy squeezed her more to his side, though.

“...I bet you say that to every girl...” mumbled Ranma under her breath, squeaking flinching being mildly surprised when she heard Daddy reply.

“I don't say that to every girl, actually.” he denied conversationally.  “I say it to Yuka, because she's my darling little Princess and I'll say it to her friends because they are her friends and lovely young women.  But when I say that you are beautiful, Ranma...”

They came to a stop in a private recess near one of the entrances to the park and Daddy gently, but firmly turned Ranma's body so that they were facing each other.  Ranma shivered at the intense look of desire he levelled upon her, feeling more exposed than she could ever recall in her whole life.  As his voice dropped to a heated rumble, Ranma found herself unconsciously leaning forwards, stepping further into his warm embrace as he continued to speak.

“...It's because I find you to be a beautiful, intoxicating woman that I want to make mine.” declared Daddy passionately.  He was so close to her; she was so close to him, just like in her dreams.  That idiot Kuno had confessed to her so many times, but it was never like this.  Never had Ranma felt so indecisive or had her heart thumping so loudly as she stared into Daddy's eyes.  She should pull back, turn her cheek, do something instead of just freezing as Daddy took the initiative to move closer and-

Thump.

The almost inaudible sound of Ranma's purchases falling out of her nerveless fingers and hitting the ground broke the spell that she had been under.  Snapping back to reality, Ranma reeled back from Daddy's face with a heaving chest and flushed skin.  She placed a hand on Daddy's chest to prevent him from moving closer (all the while knowing that she didn't have the power to actually stop him) and was quite relieved (and thankful) that he obliged her unspoken plea.  

“I...I'm not...yours...” panted Ranma weakly.  The idea of being claimed by a man was enough to rouse defiance within Ranma even as her twisted desire for the man in question sought to smother that rebellious spark.

'Maybe...maybe t̸h̵i̴s̵ ̴i̶s̷ ̸n̸o̵r̴m̶a̵l̵ ̶f̸o̵r̷ ̵a̸ ̶g̴i̷r̵l̷ ̶t̶o̶ ̴f̶e̶e̵l̷ ̶t̷h̶i̵s̴ ̴w̸a̷y̸.̶.̴.̷'

“Even with those...photos I have...?” he reminded with a smirk.

'...But to g̷i̶v̷e̴ ̴u̶p̴...? T̴h̶a̷t̶...That ain't Ranma Saotome...!'

“Even...Even then!” proclaimed Ranma with far more confidence than she actually felt.  Honestly speaking, she was still terrified of those photos getting out, but she was hoping her demeanour would prevent Daddy from calling her bluff.

Daddy laughed, not in a mocking fashion, but one that was more intrigued and amused than anything truly mean-spirited.  “You know that only makes me want you even more, right?”

Considering how close their bodies were pressed together, Ranma could feel the truth of Daddy's statement by the impressive bulge in his pants.  Ranma tamped down the smile and pride of her looks being able to elicit that kind of reaction and funnelled it into a cocky smile and taunting reply.

“I don't fall that easy, Daddy.” The imposed affectation was said in a teasing manner, but Ranma would admit to herself that the way Daddy's eyes lit up at being called that was...interesting...

“Would you be willing to bet on that?” he asked, almost casually if not for the eagerness in his eyes betraying him.

“Bet...on what?” 

“Of you falling for me.  Would you like to bet on it?” he clarified.

Ranma's eyes narrowed with suspicion.  “...A bet's got a winner and a loser, right? What happens if-” she scowled at the word choice she had used and Daddy's widening grin meant that he had caught it as well.  “What happens when I win?”

“Well, in that case...” he began in a magnanimous tone, “I will promise to leave you alone and hand over every piece of blackmail over to yourself.”

Ranma goggled at the man and a small gasp escaped her lips.  “Everything...?”

Daddy's smile was all teeth.  “Everything.” he confirmed with a nod.

'This...This is what I need...If I win...I can put this all behind me...! I won't have to deal with these...these feelings anymore!' the thought didn't make Ranma as happy as she thought it might, but she felt that was the fault of the feminine form she was in.  

'Ranma grimaced at the contents of his underwear with the semen being clear evidence of his reaction of dreaming of Akane and Daddy.'

Ranma hurriedly repressed that memory and focused on her current situation and the unexpected opportunity that had just presented itself.  It was a deal that she had to take and one that she was going to take because not winning meant being trapped in this odd limbo and forced to bow to someone else's whims.  

Ranma had had quite enough of that already.

“So...how's this bet gonna work?” she asked hesitantly.

“It's simple enough: The bet will last from now until the start of Golden Week with you following all of my orders.” 

That meant Ranma had to endure two weeks of...whatever Daddy had planned for her before she got her freedom.  She nodded at him to show she understood and he continued on.  

“The challenge is for you to 'Fall for me'.” 

“...What.” stated Ranma flatly.

He laughed at Ranma's unimpressed look and expanded upon his statement, “To make it more simple, I'll say that the way this happens is...”

“Mhmm!” Ranma moaned as he punctuated his last word by prodding Ranma's pussy and rubbing it through her clothing. 

“...when you beg me to take your virginity.” crooned Daddy.

Even through two layers of clothing, Daddy's fingers felt fantastic as they stimulated Ranma's vagina.  It took a few moments as Ranma squirmed throughout the heavy and continued petting for Daddy's words to truly sink in.

“ThAhhht...! is...NooAHHhT! Gonna...GonnAhh...hah...happen!” Ranma grit her teeth, unable to stop some moans from escaping as she delivered that promise.

She wasn't surprised that Daddy didn't look particularly convinced by it.

'It...doesn't matter...! I...I know that I'll win...! Ranma Saotome...doesn't lose!'

“If you say so.” he chuckled.  His hand moved on from her pussy (to her disappointment) and moved to join its counterpart on Ranma's backside in cupping her ass.   One hand crept further inward and a thick finger prodded roughly at her asshole in a sensation that was not as unpleasant as she would have expected.

'But it should have been...right?'

“I'll even keep my cock out of this hole too.” added Daddy, leaning down a bit until his mouth was next to Ranma's ear and whispered hotly,  “But if you want Daddy to fuck your ass too, I'll consider that a freebie.” 

“A-Ahhs...i-if...!” Ranma's retort was ruined slightly as Daddy gently pumped a finger back and forth at the entrance of her asshole.

“Does that mean you agree to the challenge?” he asked, pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.  His hands followed a similar suit, though they only pulled back to their previous positions of cupping her buttcheeks.  

“I...”

'What choice do I have...?'

Ranma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, held it for a moment and exhaled.  She opened her eyes as her nerves settled and confirmed Daddy's question with a short reply: “Yes...”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Daddy in a breathy and excited voice.  He displayed his happiness at their new arrangement by fondling her ass once more, alternating between rough squeezes and gentle massages that had Ranma clutching onto his shirt for support.

“Mmm...Ah...Not...not – Ah! – out...here...!” she begged.  While the little alcove they were in had some trees and various shrubbery for cover, it was still far too public for Ranma's peace of mind.

Daddy chuckled and ceded to her plea easily.  “Sure, honey.  Let's go somewhere a bit more private...”

'Considering we're at the park, I think I have a pretty good idea of where Daddy wants to go...'

~Unfit~

[Optimal Womb detected! Acquire!] 

The pervasive desire to push the bewitching scarlet beauty to the ground and breed her seemed...lesser in its intensity today.  While Kenta still very much wanted that to happen, he still felt it was better to take his time with Ranma and slowly break her in.  The temptation for the quicker and more forceful route was probably stymied by the fact that this was now the second time he had Ranma on her knees for him.

Once again, the two of them were ensconced within the park's public restroom, whose floor was stained with spots of crusted over and dried semen intermixed with whatever dirt other people had drug in.  Kenta found it cute how when Ranma's eyes locked onto the spot, her nose wrinkled distastefully at the sight.

Her eyes tracked upwards from the spot and to meet his own eyes with a baleful glare.  

Kenta held up his hands apologetically.  “We won't always be meeting here, Ranma.  I'll try and see if we can have these...meetings at a hotel.  Maybe at the house if I can work something out with Yuka.”

'Not that I'd have any trouble arranging something like that with my Princess.' added Kenta mentally.

“...It'd be better than here...” said Ranma quietly.  A trace of nervousness could be heard in her voice as she glanced towards his crotch.  “So...are we...doing the same thing as yesterday...?”

“We are.” confirmed Kenta with a grin.  He then gestured towards Ranma's clothes and advised, “You might want to take off your shirt, too.”

Ranma blushed, clearly remembering how her uniform got stained with semen and started to pull off her shirt.  Two large and perky breasts were soon exposed to the chilly air of the bathroom and Kenta's eyes automatically locked onto the stiffening nipples.

“Beautiful...” he breathed out, earning a deepening blush and a brief confused smile from the redhead.  

A now familiar scowl soon replaced the smile, but Kenta thought the angry expression was adorable in its own right.  Huffing slightly, Ranma stood up, roughly folded up her shirt and placed it into her shopping bag that sat on the counter housing the restroom's sinks.  She was about to retake her place beneath Kenta when she stopped and gave a considering look at his crotch and the pants she was wearing.  Kenta didn't think she was trying to look for a way out.  His suspicions were soon validated (and gave way to pleasant surprise) when Ranma slowly removed her pants as well, leaving her in only a pair of shoes and lacy blue panties.

Kenta licked his lips as he gave an appreciative appraisal of her mostly-nude form.  “Mmm.  Ready to lose the bet so quickly?” 

“N-No!” shouted Ranma with a heavy blush and scowl.  She looked away from him and explained while taking her proper place back on her knees, “I...just don't want your...gross...smelly...thi...ck...c-c-c-um...staining my pants too!”

“Good girl! That's a very good idea!” he praised while patting her head gently.

Ranma seemed to enjoy his touch and Kenta indulged his bitch with some more pats before stopping and resting his hand atop her crimson locks.  “Alright, honey.  Let's get started...”

While looking reluctant to comply with his implied order, Ranma didn't speak up as she slowly stretched a slender hand out to his trousers and undid the button and zipper.  Determined, but nervous, Kenta watched as Ranma tentatively peeled away the layers concealing his cock, pausing for a few moments when she grasped the waistband of his underwear.  She closed her eyes and breathed in through her mouth before swiftly pulling it down.

Smack...!

“Eep!” Ranma cutely squealed when his hard cock, suddenly freed from his underwear, sprang back up and (with a little help from his hips...) smacked her face.

Kenta smiled down at Ranma who had frozen in place and took the time to step fully out of his underwear and pants and kick them off to the side.  Throughout the entire process, Ranma's eyes remained locked onto his massive cock and only made a noise when it was pressing against her soft cheek.  

“Naughty girl.” tutted Kenta, “You've made Daddy so hard flaunting your slutty body like that!”


Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! Smack...!

Whatever Ranma's response would have been was cut off when Kenta hefted his cock in his other hand and slapped it against Ranma's face a few more times.  He was going to get his handjob from Ranma again, but he wanted to take things a bit further this time as well.

“But since you like to show off that body of yours so much, you should give Daddy a little show!” he crooned.

Smack...! Smack...!

With two more cockslaps, Kenta placed his cock over the bridge of Ranma's nose in the middle of her face.  He tamped down a chuckle as Ranma reflexively leaned back and went cross-eyed trying to keep his monstrous dick in focus.

“S-Show...?” she repeated uncertainly.

“I want you to play with yourself, Ranma.” he answered simply.  “Until I tell you to stop, I want you to masturbate while keeping your eyes focused on my cock at all times.  Say 'Yes, Daddy.' if you understand!”

“Y-Yes...D...Daddy...”

“Good girl!” chuckled Kenta.  After a few moments of no action, Kenta barked impatiently, “Well? Get started already!”

“Y-Yes, D-Daddy!” Now galvanized, Ranma's hands went into two different directions: One to her right breast and another into her panties.

Smack...! Smack...!

“That's it, honey...Keep your eyes on my dick.” Kenta slapped Ranma's face again and was pleased that his bitch was capable of following basic orders.  Her wide eyes tracked his massive tool and only closed briefly when his shaft impacted her flesh.  All the while her hands moved in slow, gentle motions as she started to masturbate.

Kenta placed his cock once more on the bridge of her nose, getting that funny cross-eyed look out of her again.  “Take a deeeep breath, Ranma.  Describe how my cock smells...”

A look of disgust flashed across Ranma's face and deepened when she obeyed his command.  Her inhalation was aborted and her eyes became shiny with budding tears as Ranma coughed out her answer, “I-It...Ack!...stinks!”

Kenta pinched her other nipple, causing the girl to yelp.  “Keep taking in the scent, Ranma.  Take a few shallow breaths and make them deeper every time until you get used to it.”

'There's only a certain kind of gagging that I want you doing, after all.' thought Kenta with faint amusement.

After saying his piece, Kenta started to fondle Ranma's left breast, alternating between soft and hard motions that quickly had the redhead letting out quiet moans.  Kenta wanted both the sight and smell of his cock to be associated with pleasure for Ranma and instill a true hunger in the girl.  Kenta grinned as his cock throbbed in anticipation for that happy day, though he was sure that breaking down the girl would be fun in its own way too.

“Ghh...Haa...T-This...really...stinks! D-Dohh...n't y-you e-ever w-wash it?!” whined Ranma through strangled moans.  It was adorable how she tried to quiet her sighs and moans to try and hide how much she was getting turned on.

...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

It seemed especially pointless to do so when there was a very audible piece of evidence coming from her moistening pussy that she was steadily fingering.

“If it smells so bad to you, Ranma-chan, you could always clean it off in your mouth!” he taunted.

There was a brief moment when Ranma's lips parted slightly and her tongue seemed like it was about to emerge.  The hesitation soon left Ranma's face and her mouth closed firmly.  “...L-Like I'd do...something l-like t-that!”

“We'll save that for another day, then.” said Kenta patronizingly.  “Deep breath now!” he reminded.

.........*Sni~ff*.........

...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

'Based on THAT reaction, it probably won't take too long!' happily noted Kenta.

“Ngh...S-So...gross...” grunted Ranma, no longer coughing as she got used to the aroma of his dick.  Her face was twisted in pleasure and she looked to be concentrating hard on not losing what composure she had.  Ranma's lips made an 'O' shape as she fingered herself and Kenta continued to play with her tits.  

“You'll get used to it, Ranma.  All women do, eventually.” encouraged Kenta.  He rocked his hips back and forth and pushing his cock and balls up and down Ranma's lovely blushing face.

“...Doubt many girls would enjoy this...” muttered Ranma mutinously.

“You'd be surprised.” Kenta laughed when the girl stiffened briefly at having been overheard.  He then added in a sly undertone, “I also never said anything about girls enjoying the smell of my cock.”

“Geh! I d-didn't! T-T-That's n-not what I meant!”

“Such a shy little girl!” chuckled Kenta.  He stroked Ranma's head affectionately and crooned, “That's okay...Daddy will help you out! Why don't you start off by saying how much you love having a big fat cock slapping your face?”

Smack...! Smack...!

“I...I love...having a...a big...a big...fat...c-cock...slapping my face...” she replied obediently after a few moments.

...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

“And whose cock is this?” he asked leadingly.

“D...addy...'s- Ah~n!” Ranma's whisper turned into a high-pitched moan when Kenta violently twisted her nipple.

“Louder, Ranma-chan!” sternly corrected Kenta, “Say whose cock you love slapping your slutty face!”

Smack...! Smack...!

Gritting her teeth, Ranma took a deep breath and yelled out: “I l-love h-having D-Daddy's big...fat c-cock slapping my...my... my slutty face...!”  

Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! Smack...!

“Again!” barked Kenta.

“I...love having Daddy's big...fat...cock slapping my...slutty face!”

...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...!

“Again!” 

Smack...! Smack...! Smack...! Smack...!

“I love having Daddy's big, fat cock...slapping my slutty face!”

Shlck...!Shlck...!Shlck...!Shlck...!Shlck...!Shlck...!Shlck...!

Kenta could tell she was getting close to her climax based on the look of steady arousal overtaking the humiliation on her face with every repetition.  The silence between orders was filled with gasps and wet squishing noises as Ranma fingered her pussy faster and faster.  

“I LOVE HAVING DADDY'S – AH! – BIG FAT COCK SLAAHHPING MY SLLUAhHhTTyYYy FaAAHhce!” Ranma's loudest repetition yet devolved into incoherent moans towards the end as her fingers took on a new speed in playing with herself. 


Shlck! Shlck! Shlck! Shlck! Shlck! Shlck! Shlck!Shlck!Shl-!
 
“Thaaat's it, Ranma...! Cum for Daddy!” hissed Kenta as he seized Ranma's pigtail and used it to yank her forward so that her face was buried in his ballsack.

“MmmmAHHH! Mmmph! Mmmhhh!” 

Ranma's orgasmic cries were partially muffled and Kenta felt her drool seep onto his balls as she rode out her first orgasm of the day.  Kenta didn't remain idle while he pressed the violently trembling redhead to his testicles and kept on roughly stimulating Ranma's tits, garnering more pleased cries from the girl.  

“Gooood girl! See how good it feels to listen to Daddy?” he asked rhetorically.  “You did such a good job, Ranma-chan! Daddy's going teach you all about the joys of being a proper woman!”

~Unfit~

Daddy's words slowly filtered in through Ranma's clouded brain.  Some part of her rejected his words and the other heartily agreed with how good she felt masturbating under his direction.  

'Why the hell...is it so different to when I was masturbating by myself...?!' As the lust of her impending orgasm was no longer clouding her mind, Ranma found that her returning clarity of thought only brought more questions and doubts.

Smack!

A hard and throbbing dick shook Ranma out of her introspection once again and she was ashamed to realize that her first reaction was to deeply breathe in its pungent scent once again rather than move away.  Ranma rationalized to herself that it was just the order that Daddy gave to her earlier that had triggered such a reaction.  That's why it didn't mean anything that the heat emanating from Daddy's thick and manly cock felt almost soothing against her cheek.  It didn't mean anything that the stench wafting off from Daddy's dick and into her nose had her wanting to take another sniff and stretch a hand towards her needy pussy.

'Is he going to make me do that again...?'

It was disturbing to realize that a hedonistic part of her was looking forward to such an order.  If Ranma wanted to avoid losing herself in pleasure, she had to get this over with and make him cum.

“Do you...w-want me to g-give y-you another...h-h-handjob now, Daddy?” she asked tremulously as she stretched out both her hands to wrap around his massive penis.

A frisson of fear (excitement?) went through Ranma when her hands were caught by Daddy's much larger and rougher hands.  She wasn't gripped tight enough to hurt, but firmly enough to be held in place.  The grip tightened and the muscles in Daddy's arms contracted to gently pull Ranma up and back onto her feet.  Because Ranma's legs were still shaky from her recent orgasm, when Daddy let go of her hands, she found herself stumbling forward.  She caught herself on Daddy's chest, whose arms wrapped around her waist and drew Ranma in closer for the impromptu hug.  

'“...and when he's holding me, I always feel so warm and safe!”'

Yuka's words rang as true as they ever did as Ranma sank into Daddy's plushy embrace.  Between the feel of his cock at her side and the much more pleasant aroma of his body, Ranma felt that she was in a far more comfortable position.  In addition, she could use this hug as a temporary respite and-

Shl~iiick!...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

“Ahhh~nnn!”

“You're soaking down here, Ranma.  Such a dirty girl...” rumbled Daddy approvingly as one of his fat wonderful fingers methodically fucked her dripping pussy.  “My dirty girl.” he breathed with a possessive whisper in her ear. 

Shl~iiick!...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

“NaaAHhh~nn!”

The retort Ranma had on her tongue to refute his claim of ownership died as a second finger was promptly inserted into her vagina.  Daddy was quickly showing how much better he was at fingering Ranma's tight pussy than she was.  It was taking a considerable amount of her willpower to stop herself from crying out in ecstasy.  This showed particularly in the halfhearted attempt to get away from Daddy's amazing fingers plunging in and out of her cunt.  As Ranma leaned backwards (and into Daddy's palm which supported the small of her back), she had only succeeded in straightening out her body and letting Daddy's fingers achieve a deeper, faster and easier thrusting.

Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!

“Such a good little slut! Opening yourself up for Daddy like this!” cooed Daddy.

...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...

“Nohhh-!” Ranma shoved her fingers in her mouth to stop any more cries from leaking out.

...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...

“Mmmph...!”

Or at the very least, lessen the volume on the pleasure she was experiencing.  And it was pleasure that Ranma was feeling as Daddy steadily fingerfucked her.  Ranma had little doubt that her face was as red as her hair and she couldn't bear to look at the man that was making her feel so good!

'Stupid, stupid, fat pervert...! How is he this good?!'

“You like Daddy's fingers in your slutty pussy, don't you?” he asked rhetorically.

...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...

'I...don't! I don't! I...I...!' impotently refuted Ranma in her mind even as drool leaked down her fingers.

“MMMHH?!”

...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...Shlck!...

An almost electric shock raced through her as Daddy's thumb came down on Ranma's clit.  He started rubbing that oh-so-sensitive little nub in conjunction with speeding up his thrusts.

...Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!

'I'm gonna...gonna...!'

“Cum for Daddy, Ranma!”


Schp! Schp! Schp! Schp!  

Ranma's vision flashed white as her pussy convulsed around Daddy's fingers with several spurts of fluid shooting out as she climaxed once again.  Ranma's nerveless hand fell from her mouth as her head lolled back and her toes curled up in delight as she rode out her second orgasm.  Incoherent moans now fell freely out between her lips as Daddy continued to slowly finger her sensitive pussy and tease her clit.

...Schl~iiick...

“Ohhhh...” Daddy just as slowly removed his fingers out of her cunt and re-positioned his hand to support her back.

“Ranma...” began Daddy, holding the bottom of her chin with his other hand to gently turn her dazed face towards him.

'“The kiss is only for the girls, Ranma-chan.”'

'Just...like in...my dreams...' absently noted Ranma as Daddy leaned forwards with a hungry expression and pressed his lips against hers.

~Unfit~

Despite already coercing a handjob out of Ranma and getting her to orgasm in quick succession, it was the simple act of kissing the redheaded beauty that instilled a sense of victory within Kenta.  Their lips met tenderly together, j̷u̸s̸t̸ ̷l̷i̸k̸e̸ ̵t̶h̶e̶ ̸f̴i̸r̴s̸t̷ ̷t̶i̶m̶e̴ ̴h̵e̶ ̴h̵a̴d̵ ̴k̵i̷s̸s̵e̸d̸ ̴Y̷u̴k̸a̸, but with an even plushier set of lips for him to enjoy.  Kenta could taste a subtle sweet vanilla flavouring lingering on Ranma's lips that only served to enhance the delightful experience.  He was seized with the sudden desire to run his fingers through her lovely crimson locks and the hand that was holding her chin fell away.  

Ranma didn't seem to notice as Kenta continued to kiss her, dazedly gazing at him through lidded eyes.  Kenta's hand quested over Ranma's head, seeking out and undoing her pigtail knot and letting her hair run free.  His tongue pressed inquisitively at Ranma's lips which parted with only the briefest moment of hesitation.

“Mmmm...” moaned Ranma pleasurably as Kenta's tongue met her own and started to ravish her mouth.

Kenta clutched Ranma's nubile body even tighter to him with the hand on her back and the other gently running through her crimson tresses.  Her tongue was captured between his lips and he gently sucked on the tip to draw it further into his mouth.  Kenta was fully focused on using his much greater experience to make his first kiss with Ranma something that she would never forget.  What remaining tension was in her body eased as she started started to let out cute sighs, gasps and moans.   Joy and lust filled Kenta's body as Ranma slowly started to respond with her own tongue movements too.  

“Good girl...you're such a good girl...!” 

The whispered praise caused Ranma to react favourably as her lithe arms eventually rose up and encircled themselves around Kenta's neck.  No words passed between the two of them as they explored each other's mouths; only visceral sounds of intimate passion.  Kenta lost track of time as his hands moved up and down Ranma's body and enjoying the softness of her smooth skin.  The scent and feel of Ranma was driving Kenta wild and his actions became all the more rougher as a result.  His new little slut moaned wantonly into his mouth as he groped her wonderfully large ass and squeezed her equally huge tits.

'Let's see how she handles this...!' he thought excitedly.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ranma squealed with a mix of pleasure and pain as Kenta spanked her ass, before giving her soft cheeks healthy gropes.  Both of Kenta's hands went down to Ranma's ass and used them to pick her up off the ground.  As if she were responding to some natural feminine instinct, Ranma's legs wrapped around his torso, or at least as much as she could, while continuing to make out with him.  Kenta paused in returning the kiss as he had been so far and considered his current position: After all, i̵t̴ ̷w̴o̶u̵l̴d̴ ̴b̵e̵ ̴s̴o̶ ̴e̴a̸s̶y̶ ̸t̶o̸ ̸m̷o̸v̸e̸ ̷a̸s̷i̸d̶e̵ ̴h̵e̴r̸ ̶p̴a̵n̸t̶i̷e̸s̷,̷ ̷s̴h̶o̷v̵e̵ ̵h̶i̷s̶ ̷c̴o̶c̴k̷ ̸i̸n̶s̵i̸d̶e̸ ̶o̶f̴ ̵h̵e̸r̵ ̵c̶u̶n̷t̸ ̷a̸n̸d̴ ̶f̵i̶N̷a̵l̶l̶Y̸ ̷b̸r̴E̷e̴d̴-̶!̴

“...Daddy...” whined Yuka? Ranma plaintively with need to prompt him to continue kissing her.

It was with that single word, the tone of her voice and new hairstyle that created an overlapping familiarity with Yuka and had Kenta banish his earlier thoughts (and odd accompanying twinge of pain in his temple) and see to his daughter's her needs.  Ranma let out a happy mewl as he resumed kissing her with gusto and Kenta's heart eased at the sound even as his arousal continued to grow.   Kenta took careful steps forward towards the sink counter, making sure not lose his grip on the passionate redhead in his arms.  

While setting his girl's plump behind down onto the laminate surface, Kenta let out an amused chuff when Ranma briefly chased after his retreating lips.  The change in position and increased distance of their faces seemed to somewhat rattle Ranma out of her lust-addled state.  Before she could fully rally herself however, Kenta went back on the attack and started to slowly line a trail of sensual kisses down Ranma's neck and towards her magnificent breasts.  He heard her squeak as he licked one of Ranma's nipples which turned into a low-pitched moan when he started sucking on it.  One hand groped her other unattended breast and the other went lower to rub and prod at the still-clothed entrance of her pussy.

“Ah! Mmm...Ah~nnn!” Kenta grinned proudly as his ministrations turned his woman into a squealing and squirming mess.

With a fervent desire to taste more of Ranma, Kenta pulled his mouth off of Ranma's breast with a final nibble and hooked a finger around the waistband of Ranma's soaked panties.  As he started to tug the fabric downwards, a small hand caught his wrist and caused him to halt his action.  Kenta looked upwards and met the flushed face of Ranma who had a glint of determination still sparkling in her beautiful blue eyes.

“The...the bet...is still on...” panted Ranma and the hand still on his wrist trembled as she added in a much smaller voice, “...i-isn't it...?”

Feeling surprised and a little impressed, Kenta nodded with a smile, “Not unless you want me to.”

“I...I don't!” It was a disappointing answer, but the slight hesitation in her words buoyed Kenta's spirits.

“...I promise that I won't go back on our deal, Ranma.” he said seriously.  Perhaps it was the shame of his earlier thought where he did almost break his word that had him adding on in a solemn tone: “...We can stop here for today, if you want, Ranma.”

Her eyes widened with shock at the unexpected offer and became wider still when Kenta released the hold on her waistband.  Ranma's lips parted as if to ask a question, before she closed it.  This process repeated several times as the girl tried to collect her thoughts together.  Finally: 

“...Ya' really w-weren't gonna...y'know...” she asked awkwardly before trailing off into an embarrassed silence.

Her clear embarrassment caused a wry grin to spread across his face as he replied, “I wasn't.”

“...You could just make whatever you were gonna do...an order, then.” she pointed out quietly.  After all, the terms of their bet were that Ranma had to follow his orders for the next two weeks.

“I could.” he agreed with the unspoken words of: “But, I won't.”, lingering heavily in the air between them.

“...O...kay...”

The confusing one-word reply became much more clear when Ranma lifted her tiny hand off of his own.  Despite the clear signs of desire she was showing, Kenta was still slightly incredulous at Ranma's silent permission and had been fully prepared to end their session for the day.  The moment of shock passed and a heady sense of triumph prompted a wide smile to split his face.  Kenta's fingers once more looped underneath the waistband of Ranma's panties and he savoured the minor victory when Ranma offered no resistance other than to turn her beet-red face to the side when their eyes met.

“You'll enjoy this, Ranma...” promised Kenta eagerly in a breathy undertone as he carefully pulled Ranma's lacy underwear down her deliciously smooth body.  

“...Ah...” Ranma let out a soft gasp as his rough hands lifted up her ass briefly to pull the fabric down the rest of the way and off of her body entirely until she was clad in only her shoes and socks.

“Spread your legs, Ranma...” His words came out somewhere between a whispered demand and an insistent plea.  They were quiet enough that for a few moments of Ranma's thighs remaining closed, Kenta had thought she hadn't heard him.  But, when he was about to repeat his order louder, Ranma's legs slowly started to part to reveal her most precious place in all of its naked glory.

Kenta licked his lips involuntarily at the sight of Ranma's pussy being finally revealed.  Kenta didn't know if Ranma shaved or if her so-called 'curse' was the cause for her genitals being totally hairless, but he greatly approved in either case.  Ranma's pussy lips were engorged, her clitoris hidden from view and there was a clear fluid trickling out of her tight hole and onto the counter-top.  While still not looking at him, the beauty of the naked redhead had never been more apparent to Kenta, especially when Ranma had shyly looked in her periphery and caught his gaze as it travelled up her sexy body.

Kenta grinned and gave her a wink before he lowered himself and pressed a kiss to her pretty, pink pussy.  The soft gasp he heard from above turned into a surprised squeal as he extended his tongue and got his first taste of her cunt.  Much like when he had first gone down on his precious Yuka, Kenta was pleasantly surprised at the delightful sensations dancing across his tongue as they slipped between Ranma's quivering folds.  At first, Kenta would have described Ranma's cunt as slightly tangy, but as he explored more, slowly the juices seeping out of her hole became sweeter and almost fruity. 

And much like Yuka, the sweet taste and aroma only caused him to grow more wild.

“Ah! Uuuuu! N-No! Y-Y-You're mooohhhving your tongue too-!” panted Ranma above him.

“Delicious...! You taste so sweet, Ranma!” hungrily praised Kenta as he vigorously ate out her pussy.  

His tongue swirled around inside of her cunt and licked the sides of Ranma's puffy outer lips before focusing his attention on the little nub just above the entrance to her cunt.  Kenta shoved his middle and ring fingers into her pussy and his little finger into her tight asshole while sucking on her clit.  Ranma seemed to have muffled herself once more, but her squeals could still be heard and they reached a fever-pitch with Kenta's actions until he felt her walls clench around his fingers and-

“MMMMMMMMM?!?!”   

Schp! Schp! Schp!

Warm sprays of clear fluid spurted out of Ranma's cumming pussy and splashed over Kenta's face and hand.  Hungry for more, Kenta happily lapped up her sweet juices as Ranma rode out her orgasm.  A low-pitched and drawn-out moan of satisfaction rumbled out from the girl as Kenta continued to work his tongue across her pubis.  He pulled his face back from her crotch and took a moment to admire Ranma's bedraggled appearance.  A fine sheen of sweat coated her creamy skin and caused some of her free-flowing locks of crimson hair to be matted to the sleek surface.  One of her hands was still loosely pressed against her mouth and her eyes held a somewhat vacant expression to them.  

There was a very tangible sense of power coursing through Kenta's body at the tantalizing sight of the once prideful martial-artist being reduced to this kind of state because of him.  That feeling only grew even greater when he brushed aside Ranma's hand that was covering her mouth and heard the quiet words drifting out of her mouth:

“...Oo...oh...D...add...y...”

Kenta smiled softly at Ranma and tenderly stroked her face with his free hand.  Ranma's lips quirked upwards into a small, vacuous smile and leaned into the petting with half-lidded eyes.  Kenta wanted to preserve this cute moment of post-orgasmic bliss and refrained from moving the fingers still lodged in Ranma's holes and focused instead on gently petting her.  After about a minute or so of pampering his girl in this fashion, Kenta noticed that Ranma was finally coming back to a more lucid state.

With a knowing smile on his face, he asked her: “Ranma...”

~Unfit~

“...did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” asked Daddy with a cocky smirk.  The words took a moment to register in Ranma's brain before the past few moments finally caught up to her.

“I...! It...Y-You!...Uh...What...?” she sputtered, feeling like her brain was short-circuiting with the memories of what they had just done.  What she had let him-!

'No! That...That was just because of the bet! That's all!' frantically denied Ranma in her mind even as she remembered that Daddy had left the choice up to her.

“You were making such cute sounds when I was tasting your delicious pussy, Ranma-chan...” continued Daddy with a crooked smile.

'...It...It had felt...really...good...' thought Ranma shamefully and she moaned whorishly when the fingers plugging up her pussy and ass (that she had somehow forgotten about) started moving again.

...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

“Kind of like the noises you're making right now.” commented Daddy nonchalantly as he continued to slowly ('Too slowly.') tease her stupidly sensitive holes.

“Ah...Ah...Ah...Mmm...!” panted Ranma.

When it came to a choice between satisfying her lust or preserving what remained of her tattered dignity...Ranma had chosen the former.  There was certainly a good amount of regret clouding Ranma's heart, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.  It didn't help that the steady fingerfucking she was receiving was slowly stoking the flames of her lust once again and softening her resolve even further.


...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...Shlck...

“Ngh...!” Despite clenching her teeth and pursing her lips, Ranma couldn't stop letting out the occasional mewl or groan as Daddy played with her.  With only three fingers, Ranma was quickly succumbing to Daddy's ever-growing technique as he learned more and more about Ranma's body.  

“Do you want to cum again, Ranma?” he asked rhetorically with a smile in his voice.  “I could eat you out again or...”


...Shlck...!...Shlck...!...Shlck...!

Ranma gasped as the fingers occupying her pussy and asshole was pulled out and left her with the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness.

“...I could fuck your tight ass.” whispered Daddy and Ranma finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eye at that declaration.

“W-What a-about the b-bet?” she asked in a raspy tone.  

Daddy smiled at her and Ranma was once again caught off guard by the amount of affection in his eyes.  

“Don't you remember? I told you that your ass wouldn't count towards our little wager.” 

Ranma licked her lips and her eyes darted towards the fat cock resting on the countertop just in front of her soaking wet pussy.  She glanced back towards Daddy whose gaze had followed her own and grinned at Ranma when they looked at each other again.  Ranma gulped nervously as she felt her heart pound beneath her chest.

“T-There's...no way that s-something huge like that would feel good in my...in my...my...” Ranma trailed off awkwardly and felt even more self-conscious when she heard Daddy laughing.

“In your cute little butt?” thankfully finished Daddy for her and Ranma bashfully nodded with what had to be a bright red face.  He laughed again, but this time it was more reassuring, “Maybe at first and definitely for someone who didn't know what they were doing...”

One of his large hands came up and cupped Ranma's breast, tenderly kneading it and drawing out a surprised coo from her.  “...But I think you already know just how good Daddy can make you feel...don't you, Ranma-chan?”  

“NoooHh I doohhn't!” she poorly denied as Daddy continued to play with her boobs.

“Liar.” accused Daddy with a playful a̶̛͎͂͑n̴̫̉͝d̴̻͐̿ ̸̛͕͔̈́̄c̶̟̊͠u̶̪̟̮͌̾̾t̵̲͙̐̍̃ẽ̵͍̮̰̎͋ smile as he gently tweaked Ranma's erect nipple.

'This...This is bad...This is SO bad! How...How the hell is he so...so GOOD at this?!' thought Ranma frantically as she writhed in pleasure at Daddy's magic hands.  'If he keeps doing this...I...I don't know what I'll end up agreeing to...!'

“Are you sure you don't want Daddy to make you feel good, again?” he drawled and Ranma felt his other hand hover just over her pussy.

“I...” began Ranma slowly, furiously racking her brain for i̴d̸e̶a̵s̷.

'If...If HE gets off...then maybe he won't be interested in doing more today?' The thought of making such a lewd proposition sent weird tingles up and down Ranma's spine.  That kind of thing...

'“And it's normal for girls to please men.  Whatever you do in this form won't make you any less of a man in your other state.” asserted Daddy.'

.̵̡͝.̷̡̊.̶̬̉w̵̭͗a̸̪͂s̶͍̆ ̴͔̈n̶̨͝o̴̳͠r̵̰̂m̸͕̅à̴̼l̴̨͝ ̷̙͒f̴̝̀o̵̹̎r̴̩͋ ̵̥̊g̵̙͠i̴̬͂r̴̻̿l̴͎͊ś̸͈.̶̺̈́.̷̮̏.̵̹͠

'And I'm a girl...' Ranma frowned and amended her thought, 'Right now, anyway...'

“I...s-shouldn't be the only one that gets to c-c-cum...Daddy.” Ranma's words caused his big hands to stop and he looked at her with an intrigued expression.  Emboldened by the response, Ranma continued with only a slight stutter in her voice, “I-I can take care of your...c-cock...like...like I did...y-yesterday.” 

Daddy's eyes lit up with excitement and Ranma couldn't help a small smile form on her face at the sight.  “Now that is a very kind offer! You're such a good girl for taking care of your man like that!”

Ranma shivered at the praise and tried to backpedal, “Well, I-I m-mean...I t-thought-”

“Yes, it's natural for women to be submissive towards men.” interrupted Daddy with an o̶̼͐b̸͓̎v̷̏͜i̷̤̽o̴̮̒u̷͈̕ş̵͋ statement that had Ranma nodding along, albeit somewhat hesitantly.  Daddy grinned at her and winked, “But you're not a normal, weak woman are you, Ranma-chan? You didn't let something like shyness stop you from speaking out, after all!”

Ranma nodded again, and it was stronger this time because she knew that his words made sense.  “Yeah...”

“I made you feel good and you wanted to return the favour!” concluded Daddy incorrectly.  That wasn't why Ranma had done it, but then again...

'It's...It's not like what he's saying is wrong, either.  Yeah...I'm just...just r̴e̴p̶a̸y̵i̷n̸g̴ him...'

“Yeah...I did...” agreed Ranma thoughtfully as Daddy backed away from the sink and allowed Ranma the room to slide off the countertop and stand.  Once Ranma was on her feet, Daddy took her hands in his own and guided them towards his huge cock.

“And now...You're going to stroke my cock.” commanded Daddy with a growl that caused Ranma to shiver.

“Yes...Daddy...” Ranma's reply was too soft for her liking, but she chalked that up to her nervousness of giving another handjob to his huge dick again.  

Even with two of her hands (small as they were) stacked on top of each other as they wrapped around his cock, weren't enough to cover the full length.  She squeezed the hard piece of meat (and her fingers were just barely able to overlap each other) tentatively and heard Daddy let out an appreciative sigh.  Ranma swallowed nervously and slowly moved her hands up the fleshy shaft and brought it back down.  Like what had happened yesterday, Ranma noticed some fluid leaking from the tip of Daddy's penis and leaking downwards, making her strokes more effective.

And yet, apart from a few small sighs and groans, Daddy remained quiet while Ranma worked on his cock.  The only sounds that Ranma could hear past the blood rushing in her ears was the faint hum of the electric lights overhead, her own breathing and the slick sounds her hands were making.  Thus, it was almost a relief when Daddy finally spoke up:

“Thaaat's it, Ranma...Be a good girl for Daddy and get on your knees.” sighed Daddy pleasurably and his words overlapped with the events of yesterday.  

'D̸̛͓á̵̡͔d̷̠̱̆̕d̷͇̆̽y̷͓̆͆ continued, “Stroke Daddy's cock faster while saying you're a good girl!”'

Ranma sank to her knees and whispered as she sped up her hands, “I'm...a good girl...I'm a good girl...”

A meaty hand fell on top of her hair and stroked it affectionately.  “Yes...You're a very good girl, Ranma-chan...Keep going...” rumbled Daddy approvingly.

With his cock now in front of her face, the smell wafting off it was all the more pungent.  Ranma breathed in deeply without thinking, pausing only briefly in her handjob before a warning growl from Daddy got her moving again.  The strong smell was beginning to make Ranma a little dizzy and her thoughts to drift.  She remembered Hiroshi proudly showing off his porno magazine and the image of a naked blonde girl in a position nearly identical to the one that Ranma was in.

“...I'm a good girl...I'm a good girl...” repeated Ranma under her breath, unconsciously mimicking the pose of the blonde girl that she saw in her mind's eye and adjusting the hold she had on Daddy's cock ever so slightly.  

“Oooh, fuck...Yes! That's a good little slut!” groaned Daddy.

A flicker of pride raced through Ranma at having produced that kind of reaction and as she inhaled the scent of his cock once again, she idly thought back to the magazine and the other photos of that same blonde girl.  There was a part of Ranma's mind screaming to just forget about the stupid magazine and another part that was already opening Ranma's mouth.  Her hands began to slow and Ranma found herself moving closer to the cock she was previously jacking off as different instincts warred within her.  

“Hm...? Why'd you stop, baby?” questioned Daddy above her.  Before Ranma could muster any sort of response, she heard him chuckle, “Oh.  I see.  Do you want to have a little taste, Ranma?”

Feeling flustered and a little bit woozy, Ranma was barely able to get more than a few words out. 

“I'm...sorry...Daddy...I-”

“Shhhh.  Don't worry, baby girl.  Just let Daddy help you out...” he crooned, gently pulling Ranma's head forward until the tip of his cock was pressed right up against her slightly parted lips.  

Frozen with indecision, Ranma was crestfallen to discover that ĥ̷ͅe̵̫͊r̷̯̈́ ̷̝̒D̵̞̈́ã̴̦d̵̡̉d̴͙͌y̶͈͑ was leaving the choice up to her.  Despite the heat building up inside of Ranma and the way her pussy was just aching for her fingers to touch, Ranma couldn't take that final plunge.  Nearly every single one of Ranma's senses, apart from hearing, were dominated by Daddy's fat cock.  She had tasted what had come out of the penis in front of her already and s̴h̵e̷ ̴k̷n̶e̸w̸ that she would taste that hot jism once again.  But this was the first time that Ranma had actually gotten a hint of what Daddy's penis actually tasted like.  It was a more muted flavour than what she was expecting and while rock-hard, it felt incredibly soft while pressed against her lips. 

It should have been repulsive.

It should have tasted just as foul as its stench initially was.

'But...it's not...! I...I should just stick to the plan...and keep stroking...' As if to rebel against her wishes, Ranma's hands made little more than a halfhearted attempt at resuming their motion along Daddy's cock.  It was thus both disconcerting and comforting when the man in question voiced his thoughts.

“Don't be afraid, Ranma.  After all, I didn't have a problem eating out your pussy.”

Ranma reared back a little to properly reply, still hyper-focused on the manly cock in front of her.  “T-That's different...! I'm...I am-”

“-A girl.” Daddy cut her off gently, “Right now, you are a girl.  Aren't you?”

“Y-Yeah, b-but-”

“And it's natural for a girl, like yourself, to be...curious.” Ranma was expecting to hear amusement (and some amount of contempt) in his voice and was surprised when she only heard understanding instead.

'Right...I'm...I'm a girl...now...and it's not weird for me to...consider doing...this...'

“What if you thought about it like returning a favour? I made you feel good with my mouth after all...” Daddy trailed off with a certain sense of finality to it that made it clear that that was all he would say to try to coax Ranma.

'I've...already tasted what his...his...cum...is like...' 

He could've easily forced Ranma to suck him off.

'I've swallowed it, even...'

He could've easily forced Ranma to do a lot of things.

'It's not like this would be worse, after all...' 

Ranma took another deep breath to steady her nerves and slowly started to move her face forwards.

“Then...I'm only doing this...to return the favour...” she whispered in a register so low that she almost thought was inaudible.  

“Of course, sweetheart.” reassured Daddy who continued speaking in a leading tone, “Good girls repay favours and you are...” 

“...A good girl...” she answered in a breathy tone and took the head of Daddy's cock into her mouth.

'Bitter and a little salty...Soft too and very warm...' Ranma's first impressions of sucking Daddy's cock wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it might have been.  Ranma had been subconsciously bracing herself for something much more unpleasant.

“Mmmmm...” Ranma hummed in relief as those fears proved to be unfounded.  Her lips curved upwards into a faint smile when she heard Daddy let out a low, pleasured moan.

“Oooohh...fuck yes...Good girl...Good girl!” he praised effusively while petting her hair.  

Ranma stood up a bit more on her haunches to better position herself as she continued to suckle on the head of Daddy's cock.  Her jaw expanded as much as it could to take in the expanded shaft as she experimentally moved forward...

“Mmmph...!” It was a tight fit and Ranma's mouth was barely able to accommodate the massive slab of meat filling it.  She was being as careful as she could with her teeth, but there were a few times where she slipped up.  Luckily, Daddy either didn't notice those mistakes or elected to say nothing without the slightest hint of a flinch.  

“Don't just suck on it, baby.  Use that tongue of yours...” Instead, he continued to patiently instruct Ranma on how best to please him while never ceasing his lewd praises or petting.  

'God...Everything about this is so...so...wrong...!' Despite her thoughts on the matter, a pleasant heat suffused Ranma's body as she worked on Daddy's cock with her mouth. 

“Mmmph...Ahh~nnn...Like...thish?” she asked while pulling the cock almost entirely out of her mouth and focusing on swirling her tongue around the head.

“Yeeaaahh...! Exactly like that! Slobber all over Daddy's cock, baby!”

Pleased at the reception her blowjob was receiving so far, Ranma took to polishing his meaty dick with more gusto.  Saliva quickly built up in Ranma's mouth and dribbled freely down Daddy's dick and dripped onto Ranma's naked thighs.  Her hands which were still clutched around the thick shaft resumed moving up and down the increasingly slippery surface.  Ranma tightened her grip ever so slightly as she bobbed her head forward with the cock once again in her mouth.

“Ranma!” cried out Daddy lustfully, clenching her hair in his fingers, “You're doing soooH...good! Ah...! You're a natural!” 

“Mmmph...! G...akgh!” Ranma choked as she went a bit too far in attempting to take more of Daddy's cock into her throat and pulled back sharply, gasping for air.  

She heard Daddy let out a small laugh, “...But it seems you're not quite good enough to try and deepthroat me.”

Those weren't words that should have roused the competitive spirit within Ranma.  But the fact that Ranma had tried and failed lit a spark within her that demanded that she try again and again until she succeeded.  If this was something that women were naturally meant to accomplish, then surely she should be able to do the same in her current form.  The fact that the added challenge helped detract from the perverse situation she was in was simply a bonus.  

“...I can do it.” refuted Ranma.  

“Ranma...you're doing a good job as-?! Oh, fuck!” began Daddy carefully, only to swear in surprise when Ranma engulfed his huge cock in the middle of his sentence.  

“Mmm...” Ranma used her right hand as marker for how far she had gone last time and stopped just before it.   

Ranma held her position for a few moments, breathing with her nose in a style meant for underwater combat, before slowly pulling back.  She kept her tongue flat against the floor of her mouth, choosing to solely focus on increasing how much of Daddy's cock she could take.  It was a methodical and utterly perverse approach that paid off dividends as Ranma was able to feed more and more of Daddy's dick down her throat-

“Gakgh! Gakgh! Glurk!”

-with only a few stumbles here and there.

“...Holy shit, Ranma...” exclaimed Daddy with awe when Ranma finally made it to the base of his cock.

The shock she heard in his voice was enough to satisfy Ranma's stung pride and were her mouth not full, she'd currently be sporting a suitable smirk.  Of course, her lewd victory was quickly marred with the realization of just what she had accomplished.  It was only her own burgeoning lust that her shame was not compounded too much with Daddy's next words as she felt his cock bulge slightly and begin to twitch.

“Such a good little cocksucker, you are!” Daddy's hands clamped onto the back of Ranma's skull and held her in place as he grunted and thrust his hips forward, “Here...comes...your...! REWARD!”

With no other recourse, Ranma was forced to feel a mind-boggling amount of cum erupt from Daddy's cock and shoot straight down her throat.   Tears prickled at the corners of Ranma's vision as she was caught off guard by the deluge of semen filling up her stomach.  Daddy's cock kept on convulsing and producing more and more hot cum as the man himself kept up an equally steady stream of dirty c̴̲̤͋͘o̸͇̞̓m̴̻̲͋́p̷̗̱̉̌l̶̪̊̿i̵͈͔̿͠m̸̼̈́e̵̘̐͂ṇ̵̓t̷̫̙͆͛s̶̫͕͌.

“Thaaat's it, you little slut! Take ALL of my cum like a good girl...! Daddy needs to feed his hungry little whore, after all!”  

“MMMPH! MMMPH!”

Her martial breathing disrupted, Ranma was forced to rely on what oxygen remained in her body as Daddy kept her in place for his ludicrously long orgasm.  Swallowing Daddy's cum and listening to his degrading words was somehow stoking Ranma's lust even further.  It thus seemed only natural for her hands to gravitate towards her stiff nipples and aching pussy to satisfy that dark desire burning within her once again.  There was no trace of hesitance in her actions as there was before, only a primal and overwhelming need to get herself off.  

'Cum...! Cum...! Cum-!'  


Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!Shlck!

Thanks to Daddy, Ranma was now much more familiar with her body's sensitive spots.  Her fingers were rapidly plunged in and out of her pussy and with her other hand, she pinched and tugged at her nipple with the right amount of force that hovered between pain and pleasure.  Ranma's thumb stretched upwards from her cunt and found that small bundle of nerves just above it and started rubbing it.  An electric jolt seemed to go through Ranma's body as she teased her clit and a giddy sense of anticipation filled her heart as she finally got to cum.

Schp! Schp! Schp! Schp!

Ranma's eyes nearly rolled back into her skull as the warm euphoric wave of climaxing rushed through her.  There was a warm, almost gooey sort of feeling suffusing her – so different as a woman, yet somehow more satisfying.  But as she felt Daddy's cock slowly slide out of her mouth, one key similarity between post-climactic states of genders emerged.  That warm afterglow that she basked in faded and Ranma's thoughts lost the haze that were previously clouding them.  Different sensations began to return to Ranma's notice: Such as the cold of the bathroom tiles on her bare knees, the hum of the electric lights and pants of the two people in the room...

'I...I was just supposed to get him off...not...'

...And the lingering taste of Daddy's cum on her tongue.


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