Akane kept repeating “I am a pervert. I am a pervert…” to the tune of “da da duh dade dadadah.” Her hips shimmied to the rhythm of her chant. Her enlarged breasts shook and her engorged nipples twirled.
Akane danced as though in a trance, and her own words seemed hypnotic. The more she repeated the mantra, the more she gyrated, the more it sank in that it must be true.
Clasping her hands behind her head, elbows above her ears, she arched her back, rocked on her heels, and thrust her hips. Back, forth, back, forth. “I am a pervert. I am a pervert. I AM a pervert.”
She twirled in place, turning so Ranma could see every bit of her; from her jiggling boobies to the pertness of her tight arse. Nothing was hidden from him. How could she hide when the words spilled from her mouth of their own accord? “I am a pervert. I am a pervert.”
The door was open, she realised mid turn. It just a crack, but anyone walking passed would hear her admit, “I am a pervert. I am a pervert.” It didn’t stop her.
Hands on her hips, Akane groaned, “I am a pervert. I am a pervert.” As her hips gyrated, her thighs ground together, Akane slide one hand over her pussy. Fingers fondled her slit and found wetness. Her engorged clitoris ached to be tweaked, and so she did. She felt Ranma’s eyes burn into her. Her cheeks burned with shame.
But she couldn’t stop. She was so close. “I am a hmm pervert. I un ahre pervert. Oooh. Oh gods, I really am a pervert.”
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