Ryoga slowly began to get undressed. It wasn’t as though the spatula hits were that painful; he had a pretty hard head. But he supposed there was some justice in letting Ukyo see him nude. He had peeped on her, after all, even if it hadn’t been entirely voluntary. And it wasn’t as though he was very modest; he had gotten undressed in front of others plenty of times. Not girls, usually; he’d never casually undress in front of Akane. But Ukyo was different. She was practically a guy, after all! Heck, she had probably changed in the guy’s locker room before!
Ryoga considered that for a moment, his eyes unfocusing. Ukyo getting undressed surrounded by boys, pulling off her shirt to reveal her bound breasts. Ukyo slipping off her shorts, to reveal the thong underwear he knew she was now wearing. Ukyo laying down on one of the benches invitingly, gesturing for him to come towards her and-
“Don’t stop now,” Ukyo barked, her face bright red. Because of anger, of course! “Get those pants off. You got to see me naked, so I get to see you naked too!”
“Ranma saw you too,” Ryoga complained, pulling his pants down. “Shouldn’t you want to see him naked too?”
“Well-” Ukyo broke off, going redder. “Well, yes, I guess so. I mean, it isn’t about what I want! It is just about balancing the scales, you know? Making things even.”
Ryoga turned towards Ukyo, now completely nude. “That makes sense. But how long do I have to stay like this? You were naked for less than a minute.”
Ukyo didn’t respond, having gone slack-jawed. Why was Ryoga so well-built? He was like a pillar of muscles. She had already seen how chiseled his upper body was when he had lent her his tank top. Now she saw the same level of work that had gone into crafting his arms and abs extended to the rest of his body. Every part of him was huge. Including...Ukyo managed to tear her eyes away from below his waist with some difficulty. “H-hey,” she said awkwardly. “Are you going to do something about…” she gestured at his cock, which was fully erect.
Ryoga sighed. “What do you want me to do? You’re the one who insisted that I take my pants off,” he said exasperatedly. “Unless you let me get dressed, I just have to wait for it to go away.”
“Well,” Ukyo said slowly. “I mean, you could... I could turn around and you could…” Oh god, what was she saying? What was she thinking? This wasn’t like her at all!
“Could what?” Ryoga asked cluelessly.
“I mean, you could...take care of it, right? Like, over there. I wouldn’t look!” Ukyo said, her face burning.
“What do you mean, ‘take care of it’? Like, put my pants back on?” Ryoga asked, scratching his head.
“No, you idiot! They stay off,” Ukyo snapped. “I mean, you know. Masturbate.” She said this last word barely above a whisper.
Ryoga just kept looking at her. “What’s that?” he asked, clearly puzzled.
Ukyo just stared at him, shock overriding her embarrassment. “You don’t know what masturbation is?” she asked, trying to judge if he was joking.
Ryoga shook his head. “No? Is it a training technique?”
“Well, kind of, I guess...I mean, what?” Ukyo stuttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “How could you...I don’t...what? How could you not know what masturbation is? Are you telling me you’ve never-what do you normally do when you get...like this?”
“Wait for it to go away,” Ryoga said, looking at her strangely. “I mean, what else can I do? I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Ukyo covered her eyes with her hand. Who had failed this boy so badly? “Do you ever touch it?” she asked, still covering her eyes. “When it is like this.”
“I try not to. It is pretty sensitive. Ranma hit me there once when it was like this, and it really hurt!” Ryoga said, wincing at the memory. “We had been fighting in the rain, and her shirt was soaked. The pain was so bad, it made me drop my umbrella. So I lost pretty much instantly.”
Ukyo winced in sympathy. She had lived among guys for long enough to know how painful that could be. She had also lived among guys long enough to know the basics of jerking off. “Okay, forget about that for a minute. Spit in your right hand.”
Ryoga frowned at her, but did as he was told. “Okay. Now what?” he asked.
Ukyo gulped. Why was she doing this? “Grip your...dick...lightly with that hand.”
Ryoga raised an eyebrow. “Is this a prank?” he asked suspiciously.
“No! Just-just do it!” Ryoga rolled his eyes and did so.
“Now, move your hand up and down, while thinking about something sexy,” Ukyo said, staring intently at Ryoga’s dick.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know! Akane?”
“I can’t think impure thoughts about Akane!” Ryoga protested.
“Ranma then! You said you got hard looking at her before, right?” Ukyo said urgently. She needed him to start stroking! “She is super sexy, right? Just pretend that is her hand. Pretend that Ranma is on her knees in front of you, running her hand up and down your dick.”
Ryoga closed his eyes, imagining it, as his hand began to move. “Oh, wow. That feels...really good,” he said in a faint voice.
“Yeah, it does,” Ukyo said intently, watching him. “Imagine Ranma’s fingers lightly tracing your shaft. She is teasing you, going slowly. She knows how much you want it.” Almost without conscious thought, she slipped her hand down the front of her jeans. “Imagine Ranma kissing the head of your penis lightly, before taking it in her mouth. She is running tongue over it, savoring the taste of it. She wants you just as badly as you want her.” Ryoga let out a deep groan, and Ukyo’s fingers began to work faster. “She is getting impatient,” Ukyo said in a more ragged voice. “She is moving faster now. Ranma’s head is bobbing up and down as she works on my dick. I’m gripping my spatula so hard, it feels as though it is going to break in my hand.” Ryoga didn’t seem to notice the change in perspective, still moving his hand with his eyes closed. “Ranma,” he said in a low voice. “Ranma!”
“What?” Ranma asked, rounding a corner of the tunnel. “What happened?” He froze upon seeing them both, stunned. Ukyo and Ryoga froze as well, both of them staring at Ranma. None of them moved until Akane peaked over Ranma’s shoulder “What? Did something… oh!”
Ukyo yanked her hand out of her pants, while Ryoga turned his back towards all of them, turning beet red. “I-Akane, I am so sorry,” he said desperately, stumbling towards his clothes. “I never-I didn’t wish to show you something so-”
“I told you he was a hunk!” Akane said triumphantly, shoving past Ranma. “I mean, look at him! Look at his back! His butt! He’s perfect.”
“I agreed he was hot,” Ranma managed to get out, still looking shell-shocked. “I just said he was an idiot, and Ukyo could do better. Anyways, what were you two doing?”
Ukyo found herself at a loss for words. How had it come to this? How had her plan to snag Ranma have gone so terribly wrong? Was this karma? For the crime of trying to break up a couple, she would be caught masturbating with another man by her crush? The gods were cruel.
“Ukyo was just showing me a training technique,” Ryoga said in a calmer voice. He was still facing away from them all, though Akane was standing right behind him, studying his muscles.
“A training technique,” Ranma said flatly. That involves holding your dick? While calling my name? ”Do you have to be naked for this technique?”
“No, this is just because Ukyo wanted to see me naked,” Ryoga responded.
Akane clapped her hands, spinning around. “Ha! I told you! I told you they were dating!” she crowed, pointing towards Ranma.
“No!” Ukyo protested. “That’s not why! It was just so that we’d be even! Ranma and Ryoga spied on us when we were changing!”
Ranma blanched. “Not on purpose! The doors turned transparent!”
“You still looked. Which means we should get to see you naked. Right, Akane?” Ukyo asked, looking to the girl for support.
“Yeah!” Akane said enthusiastically. “We should all get naked!”
The other three looked at her, Ryoga peering over his shoulder. “No, Akane. I meant the boys should get naked. Because they saw us naked,” Ukyo said slowly. “Why would all of us get naked?”
“Er…” Akane looked around at the others, like a deer caught in the headlights. “I mean, it sort of makes sense. Like, putting us all on an even playfield, right?” she said uncertainty. “I mean, you’ve all got nice bodies. Ryoga is a work of art, you’ve got great legs and big breasts, and Ranma...isn’t that ugly.”
“Thanks,” Ranma said sarcastically.
“My point is, none of us have anything to be ashamed of. So why not...let it all hang out? That’s not weird, right? I’m not being weird right now, right?” Akane asked anxiously.
No one spoke for a few minutes, until Ryoga turned around. “I think...that Akane is right,” he said slowly. “We are all skilled martial artists, with well-trained bodies. We should not be afraid to show off what our hard work has accomplished. I think we should all go without clothes. For the rest of this tunnel,” he added hastily. “Not in our everyday lives.”
Ranma sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Well, if that’s what you guys want to do,” he said in a reluctant voice, though he was already pulling off his shirt. “But I swear, if anyone attacks me and calls me a pervert, I’m not going to hold back. We all agreed to this, right?”
“I haven’t agreed,” Ukyo said weakly, watching the others get undressed. “I mean, I don’t see why I should-” Oh, Ranma was naked. Ranma was without clothes. Naked Ranma was looking at her, waiting for her to get undressed. What had she been saying? Why wasn’t she undressed yet? She hurriedly wigged out of her jeans.
The four martial artists folded their clothes, trying to make their gawking discret. None of them were successful, but all four of them were too distracted to notice. “So,” Akane said, attempting to sound cheerful. “Now we don’t have to worry about being sprayed with water anymore!”
“Speak for yourself,” Ranma said darkly.
“Oh please! You haven’t gotten hit once the whole time we’ve been here,” Akane said dismissively. “And now you won’t have to worry about wet clothes, even if you do turn into a sexy girl.”
“What was that?” Ranma asked, staring.
“Now you won’t have to worry about wet clothes, even if you do turn into a girl,” Akane said in the same tone. “Come on, we’ve still got a ways to go.” She hurried forward.
Ranma stared after her, before turning to the others. “She said I was sexy as a girl, right? I didn’t mishear that.”
“Well, you are very sexy as a girl,” Ryoga said, honest as usual. “That’s why Ukyo suggested I think about you during my training.” Ukyo slapped him in the back of the head with a spatula. “What? You said she was sexy too! Ow!” Ukyo kept hitting him. It was easier to do that then look Ranma in the face right now.
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