Nabiki tossed and caught the irregular, golf-ball sized 'jade' stone contemplatively, fantasizing over the power she could gain if her wish did come true. As if. But if? She was intelligent to know any large amounts of wealth would bring down on her the attention of all sorts, everybody from small-time to yakuza-level crooks, to tax collectors, and others besides. The list could be too great to itemize. Did she really want money, per se? No, she wanted the luxuries money could buy. Let others take the risks, while she lived off the rewards. Her intelligence was for seeing that things remained that way.
She saw the clock in the school’s tower. She had to hurry if she didn’t want to be late. She pushed the rock in her bookbag and picked up her pace to the gate. ...And to the first in her charm bracelet of boy toys. The first and the one she wanted the most.
“Ranma Saotome, vile sorcerer, I challenge you yet once more for the freedom of Akane Tendo and the Pigtailed Girl!”
“Oh, Upperclassman Kuno, must we go through this everyday?” Akane was exasperated yet once more. It was frustrating to the martial artist knowing that since, to the clueless idiot, she didn’t act of her own free will, her rejections weren't really hers.
“I’m sick and tired of this all the time myself. I wish there was a way to put an end to it,” Ranma said.
“Wish granted, Saotome,” Nabiki said, breezing by him. Why she said that, she didn’t know, but she was certain it was the right thing and time to say it. She felt herself being guided. And it made her feel sexy. It had a heat that was melting her pussy and, she was certain, others could feel. Kuno was certainly caught off-guard by her radiance.
She was past his wooden bokken before he could think to say even the cliche, “What game are you at now, Nabiki Tendo?”
A bent knee placed her thigh between his, her skirt-covered flesh near his sex. Her elbow rested on his torso, her hand next to his heart. “You want to know my game?” she said in a husky, siren’s voice that even turned her on.
Her hand pulled the lapels of his uwagi together and surprised everyone - most especially herself - by judo-tossing him down. Despite the lack of foresight, the Blue Thunder landed face up between her legs. Nabiki wasn’t a naturally modest person, but she was female enough to not welcome peeks up her skirt. Normally. She no longer felt normal. That was now too boring. Instead, she lifted her skirt just high enough for enough daylight to enter for Kuno to have a better view of her panties. (She made a note to herself to start wearing sexier lingerie.)
“Nabiki!” Akane cried.
“You like, Kuno-baby?” A new sixth sense told her he had swallowed hard and nodded his head. “Good. The next round in the game begins.” And she kicked him. It was a kick that didn’t require real effort; it was sensual; and it displayed her beautiful leg.
He flew high into the air. Yards and yards away, he landed in the top boughs of the tallest tree on the school’s campus. Nabiki smirked, “Let’s see you achieve that kind of accuracy with your punts, little sister.”
“Man, that was some technique, Nabiki,” Ranma smiled.
“It’s a technique you’ll never be able to master, Saotome.” She let the bag with the wishing rock in it hang casually over her shoulder.
“WHAT!??!”
“Ciao!” And she walked away. Got you! You’re mine, Boy Toy.../Girl Toy.
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