NTR 1/2: Great Minds Think Alike

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Class was in session and all the students were present. Things seemed otherwise normal, except for the fact that all the male students save Ranma were fidgeting and casting quick and surreptitious – or not-so-surreptitious – glances towards a certain spot in the room. Said spot being Ukyo’s desk, which was occupied by the aforementioned girl.

To be sure, Ukyo was a very attractive girl, but her presence did not normally elicit such a response from the male students. What was different now was her appearance. Her dark brown hair hung loose and free down her shoulders and back, instead of being fastened with a hair tie as was normally the case when she was in school. She still wore her boys’ uniform, but had foregone her breast bandages. As a result, her front was now shapelier and more prominent, a fact which was lost on no one.

The okonomiyaki chef paid no attention to the attention she was getting as she idly twirled her hair. She couldn’t believe how much had changed in a few hours. She didn’t know why she had bothered throwing herself repeatedly at that clueless idiot, Ranma, when someone like Tatewaki Kuno had been constantly nearby. He certainly had no problem in showing his appreciation for her.

He certainly appreciated these, she thought to herself as she looked down at her gakuran-covered breasts, resisting the urge to rub them for good measure. Without the bindings, though, it felt a little uncomfortable. Ukyo resolved to come to school tomorrow in her female school uniform, and with a bra. She had only ever worn the dress once. She remembered now that the one time she had worn it, she had immediately gotten the attention of the male students. Yet even then, that stupid Ranma had continued to treat her simply as a friend! And yet, at the same time Kuno had offered her twice as many flowers as he had for girl-Ranma and Akane.

Kuno… she had been his to do as he pleased, and he had done a lot. He had been both gentle and rough, driving her to the heights of ecstasy. She wondered how good Ranma might be in bed. After a few seconds’ thought, she firmly came to the conclusion that there was no way that Ranma could be as good, at least, not his male half. His female half, on the other hand…

It was strange. Much as she anticipated going another round with the thick (in more ways than one) kendoist, she found herself anticipating Kuno and girl-Ranma’s date just as much. She knew that tonight Akane would be spying on the couple every step on the way. Ukyo now wondered if Akane could let her join in on the spying… just to see how it all went, of course! Then again, the thought of seeing Kuno and “Ranko” together in bed, or some other intimate place, with the upperclassman making the eager redhead his woman… At that thought, Ukyo gave a goofy grin as she looked at no place in particular while her panties moistened.

Ranma glanced nervously at his grinning childhood friend. It didn’t take an expert to know what she was thinking, particularly as only he and Akane knew what was really behind the chef’s strange behavior.

It was strange. He had always considered Ukyo a friend rather than a girlfriend or, heaven forbid, a fiancée. Therefore, one would have thought that Ukyo getting involved with some other boy, in this case Kuno, would have actually been a relief for him. After all, with Ukyo no longer vying for his affections, he would only have to worry about Akane and Shampoo (and Kodachi, he thought to himself with a shudder). So the less would-be fiancées, the better, right?

However, what this left out was that, deep down, he appreciated the attention he got from her and the other girls. If there was ever any chance that one of them would lose interest in him, that he wouldn’t actually be “irresistible,” he would pull all the stops to win them back. Why else would Ranma have done what he did to win Shampoo back when the latter wore the Reversal Jewel, even recklessly stepping right into Cologne’s plan/trap to get him and Shampoo married?

So in this case Ranma would be expected to do all he could to win back Ukyo. To undo the humiliation of her not only preferring another guy over him, but having sex with him right in front of Ranma. And yet… Ranma felt reluctant to do so, and not because letting the arrogant kendoist have her would make his life easier. Try as he might, he couldn’t help but feel aroused at the thought of Ukyo Kuonji, his “cute fiancée,” getting thoroughly fucked by his rival and male suitor Tatewaki Kuno. He thought back to the events in the storage room. Kuno’s chiseled-to-perfection body, which Ranma himself had partially seen and felt in his girl form the night before. Ukyo’s ecstatic expression on her face. His circumcised dick, which had indeed been as massive and perfect as “Ranko” and Akane had felt it. How said dick had gone effortlessly into Ukyo’s pussy like a velvet glove. His hands on Ukyo’s lovely breasts. The sounds of Ukyo’s ecstatic screams and wails as the kendoist made her his woman, Kuno shooting his potent creamy load all over her face and boobs, with some of it also hitting his girlform and Akane, Ukyo’s satisfied smile… Everything about this was wrong, terribly wrong… but also oh so exciting!

Ranma’s member twitched as his thoughts filled with scenes of Kuno and Ukyo. Yet even without touching it he knew that it was nowhere near as big as Kuno’s. Like Ryoga on the beach the previous day, Ranma had a sense of déjà vu, of his dick having been larger than this. Maybe not Kuno-big, but certainly something worth mentioning about… No, what was he thinking? It had always been really small… No way would he be able to satisfy Ukyo the same way as Kuno. At least, not as a male…

From there his thoughts turned towards Kuno, and their date tonight. He knew that he should be terrified of the situation, of appearing with Kuno in one of the many outfits that his mother would unknowingly pick for “Ranko.” Yet, he found himself feeling the opposite. He felt great anticipation and excitement towards tonight, and his competitive streak lifted its head as well. Maybe I’m not a great lover as a male, he thought to himself. But as a girl I know I’m unbeatable! I’ll show Kuno what being with a woman is really like, and I’ll make him say those three words, no matter what it takes! Or how many hours it takes!

He thought of his girl form posing in front of the upperclassman in all sorts of outfits. Of bending down to pick something she’d “dropped,” incidentally giving the kendoist a perfect view of her firm rear. Of slowly kissing down Kuno’s bare chest, only to be interrupted by the latter pulling her upright and kissing her fiercely and passionately, while the whole time Akane and Ukyo were witnessing everything from their hidey-hole. At these thoughts and more, Ranma smiled as his manhood became fully erect, though it wouldn’t have been noticed, even had he been standing.

Akane silently fumed as she stared at Ukyo. Look at her now, with her hair and her big, bouncy boobs unbound, flaunting herself like that! The only thing missing was a sign around her neck proclaiming “I SCREWED TATEWAKI KUNO AND I FEEL GREAT!” Once again Akane found herself lamenting that her own breasts were so inadequate. Ranma, that jerk, was perfectly right to call her flat-chested, even though she had never bound her breasts. Hell, girl-Ranma’s breasts were bigger than hers. Why would any boy want to be with a flat-chested tomboy like her?

She thought back to how the okonomiyaki chef’s breasts had bounced as she had ridden Kuno-senpai like a woman possessed while screaming like a banshee. How Kuno had held her against his front while squeezing, playing with and rubbing her wonderful, lovely breasts. How Kuno had pumped into Ukyo from behind with the brunette on her hands and knees, his hands stroking her hips and groping her breasts as the chef had moaned and whimpered like a whore. It had been so lewd, so perverted that… that… Akane had kept imagining herself in Ukyo’s place, imagining that it was her breasts that the kendoist was groping, that it was her hips that the older boy was clutching as he thrusted from behind like a beast, that she was the girl enjoying Kuno’s attentions. And then Kuno had delivered the “money shot,” spraying his seed all over Ukyo’s face and chest, with part of it hitting also her and Ranma in the process. And then Ukyo had proceeded to lick Kuno’s spend from both of them… Akane shivered at the memory, though whether from disgust, excitement or both she could not say.

She then turned to look at Ranma. Huh! He looked no less smug and knowing than he had looked in the last lesson. And why not? He had reasons to be smug. What with all but throwing herself at Kuno during the breakfast at the Kuno estate, then throwing herself at him on the way to school. Honestly, at the rate he/she was going, Ranma might as well giftwrap herself and just wait for Kuno in the latter’s room! This led to Akane imagining “Ranko,” wearing a ribbon wrapped around her strategic parts and nothing else, posing in front of Kuno with a seductive smile and hooded gaze. Followed by the upperclassman eagerly claiming his prize, all while Akane watched… she shook her head free of such thoughts.

And then the whole storage room spectacle! Bad enough that Kuno had done the deed with Ukyo, capping it with an intense kiss; he’d then gone and kissed Ranma breathless. But when Akane’s turn came, what had the stupid, deluded, handsome, virile kendoist done? Why, nothing but bowed politely at her before walking out! The jerk!

This last bit pissed Akane off to no end. She knew she should have been relieved, since her turn wasn’t supposed to be until tomorrow, but she couldn’t help it. Ranma and Ukyo could get his attention, alright, but not her? Why was she different? Was she really so uncute, so unfeminine? Had Kuno lost interest in her? Would just giving up be easier?

No! I won’t give up! She thundered to herself, her competitive nature (which was just as prominent in her as it was in Ranma) coming to the fore. I’ll show them, I’ll show all of them that I can be just as feminine, just as cute, just as attractive. No, even more attractive! But I’ll do it my way. I won’t go around acting like a cheap floozy like those two. I’ll make Kuno come to me! she vowed to herself.

As a member of the Tendo family, Nabiki was by now used to the strange and bizarre. It came with the territory when you had a man who spent half the time as a panda and his teenaged son who spent half the time as a hot girl living in their household. Add to that an assortment of martial artist fiancées, martial artist rivals, shape-changing martial artists (who also included people from the first two groups), 100-year-old great-grandmothers, ancient and diminutive perverts, the odd foreign prince or two, copious amounts of magic and the like, and the result was that it took a lot to faze Nabiki these days. So this latest turn of events really shouldn’t have concerned her, but it did. At least a bit.

Perhaps what was different now was how subtle it was. Usually these sorts of things occurred with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. There would be a lot of sound and fury, sometimes signifying something, but usually nothing, and then things would be back to normal until the next amusing mishap.

But now this thing that concerned her was subtle, and though she didn’t yet quite know what it was, she knew now who it was centered around: Tatewaki Kuno.

Now, much as Nabiki loved to belittle and exploit Kuno like the lunkhead that he was, she wasn’t blind to his positive qualities. First and foremost he was rich, which was a quality that Nabiki certainly appreciated. He was also handsome, athletic, capable of speaking and acting in a flowery, poetic fashion, and strong. This last bit was often forgotten, considering that the Kuno scion was constantly overshadowed by the other martial artists in the area, but the fact was that Tatewaki Kuno was considerably stronger than the average male his age, a fact best demonstrated by his capability to shatter stone with the sheer air-pressure from his strikes. And he had the potential to be far stronger than that, if the watermelon training incident was any indication…

The fact was that Kuno had a lot of factors going for him to be very popular among the girls in the school. Indeed, whenever he encountered girls who knew nothing about him, they became immediately attracted to him. Nabiki herself, when first encountering Kuno, had certainly been intrigued by him. Enough to go on a date with him had he asked her out – and fleece him for all he got. She had even considered a roll in the hay with him, nothing more serious than that, mind you.

Then he had spotted Akane. Then he had run off towards her. Then he had opened his mouth.

Now, Nabiki could certainly handle stupid. In fact, stupid guys were the best in her opinion. Such people were the juiciest targets, after all, and provided her with the most fun.

But Kuno’s idiocy and obsessiveness had been of a magnitude beyond even Nabiki’s ability to handle. She certainly didn’t know if she could have handled any romantic obsession he had over her. Fortunately, she had never had to find out (except for that one time when Kuno had thought himself to be destined to marry her, and what a farce that had been), for as soon as the kendoist had laid eyes on her baby sister, he had been lost. Getting his first beating at Akane’s hands had only fanned the flames of his desire, and so it was that whenever Nabiki witnessed Akane having to yet again beat up her “suitors” en masse, followed by Kuno receiving yet another bashing, Nabiki’s primary thought about the matter would be:

“Sorry sis, better you than me.”

Besides, wasn’t Akane the ridiculously strong one in the family? She was more than capable of handling herself against Kuno and the pervert horde. Of course, all this had provided Nabiki with a good source of cash, by selling him pictures of her sister (and later also of Ranma’s girlform) for a hefty price.

That was then. But now… now…

She wasn’t sure when exactly it had started, but it had certainly been more than a week ago. Outwardly, Kuno was the same. Still spouting the same cheesy, clichéd things. Still waxing poetically about his two “loves,” still ranting about his archenemy, the “sorcerer” Ranma… still being his usual deluded self, in short. Yet he had become more… charismatic, somehow.

But people around Kuno… they had changed more.

Oh, their personalities hadn’t by and large changed, they still had the same habits, the same quirks and foibles. But their behavior around Kuno had changed quite substantially.

Nabiki glanced around the class. All the girls were doing their best to appear as if they weren’t stealing surreptitious and admiring glances of the kendoist. And all the boys were nervous and fidgeting, particularly those sitting closest to Kuno.

She witnessed this sort of behavior in the breaks as well. Not only that, random girls would walk up to Kuno and chat amicably with him while looking at him with admiration and even lust. A few of them would occasionally trip up against him at corridors, necessitating him to grab hold of them in order to prevent them from falling, leading to all sorts of interesting positions.

The thing that was most peculiar to Nabiki was that the girls who engaged in this sort of behavior the most were those with boyfriends of their own. Yet they were the most shameless in their flirtations with Kuno, for not only did they not try to hide their actions from their guys, but it seemed that they had a particular tendency to engage in such behavior when their boyfriends were visible and perfectly capable of seeing what their girlfriends were up to. And yet the guys never intervened. They never asked their girls why they flirted with a dope like Tatewaki Kuno. If anything, they looked like they were both intimidated by the sight of Kuno flirting with their girls... and aroused by it.

Nabiki then thought about what Ranma and Akane had told her. About Ranma’s mother receiving sword lessons from Kuno. Where had that come from? And she wanting to know all about Akane’s sex life!? Where on earth had that come from? Did it have something to do with Ranma and Akane’s behavior being a little tense at breakfast? Genma, for his part, had been oddly passive and dejected-looking in his panda-form, not even reacting when Ranma had stolen food from his plate. What had happened at Kuno’s place to put him in that mood?

Then again, at least it wasn’t that unusual for someone like Nodoka Saotome to be receiving sword lessons from the likes of Kuno, when one thought about it. When it came down to it, they were actually quite similar. Both of them had a kind of archaic outlook at things, what with Kuno behaving as if the feudal era had never ended, while Nodoka was the epitome of a yamato nadeshiko, signified by her always wearing a kimono and carrying the Saotome family katana with her wherever she went. And knowing her thing about manliness… yeah, she might very well see Kuno’s antics as “manly.”

Hell, except for their age, height and hair and eye color, she and Ranma are virtually identical! If she were the same age as Ranma, she might just make the perfect girlfriend for Kuno- Ok, Nabiki, you really don’t wanna go there, she mentally chided herself.

She turned to look at Kuno. He was sitting calmly at his desk, listening to the teacher drone on. God but he was good-looking! If only he weren’t such a moron… Suddenly he looked at her. For a second they looked each other in the eye, before Nabiki turned away with a blush and a shiver of arousal.

Something’s definitely changed, she thought to herself. He looks the same as before, but his… presence is different. He seems more charismatic and manlier somehow.

For some reason her thoughts turned to animals in the wild. How groups of them would have an alpha male who had power over the weaker males and a monopoly over the females. With unlimited mating opportunities.

Naughty thoughts of herself and Kuno filled her mind. She somehow had no doubt that were he to bed her, she’d have the ride of her life, with both of them lasting to the wee hours of the morning. But this was a more general, dispassionate awareness of the fact, rather than some all-consuming lust directed towards one guy in particular.

Nabiki found herself relieved in realizing this, that whatever physical attraction she felt towards Kuno was overruled by the knowledge that after all was said and done, Tatewaki Kuno was still an obsessive moron. Still, it would be better to retreat and keep a safe distance somehow, before she was affected even more by whatever was going on.

Tatewaki Kuno gave a satisfied smirk as he saw the blushing mercenary Nabiki Tendo turn away from his radiant gaze. No doubt she, like many other women, admired his manly face and physique, but was unwilling to make her attraction to him obvious. Hence her constant teasing and insults of him.

Kuno accepted this in stride. Indeed, for all their previous arguments, Kuno certainly found things to appreciate about her. She was very pretty, after all, with her small waist and firm breasts. She also was very independent and had a very strong personality, aspects which were similar to his beloved pigtailed girl and Akane Tendo. And he also liked her cool demeanor, intelligence and ‘devil may care’ attitude.

But Nabiki Tendo didn’t occupy the forefront of his thoughts at that moment. That position belonged to the lovely Ukyo Kuonji, the sweet Akari Unryu and his beautiful student Nodoka Saotome… and, of course, the lovely and vibrant pigtailed girl and the lovely and fierce Akane Tendo.

For a beautiful woman like Ukyo Kuonji to disguise herself as a boy, to hide her femininity like that… it was a sin! Especially one with such satiny skin, long smooth legs, sizable firm breasts, flat belly and supple backside. Fortunately, he had gotten through to her, and their time of passion had been momentous, indeed. Her first orgasm had been like the bursting of a dam, and from then on her mouth had emitted a constant music of lovely moans, cries and sighs as she had come again and again.

Yes, he definitely would need to find more quality time with his Spatula Goddess, and he was certain he would.

That didn’t mean he could ignore the other women in his life. Like the cute and innocent pig-breeder Akari Unryu. His thoughts drifted to the previous day, how he had encountered her with her boyfriend Hibiki. He thought about the way her skin had gleamed in the sunlight after applying the sunscreen all over her nude body. How wonderful it had felt when her soft, delicate hand had stroked his erect penis while applying the sunscreen on it. How her soft lips and mouth had enveloped his member, how round her pert bottom had looked as he had taken her from behind while her boyfriend had watched impotently while stroking his tiny erection.

Yes, he definitely would have to pay a visit at her family’s pig farm one of these days…

His thoughts then turned to his two loves, the pigtailed girl and Akane Tendo. The day had certainly started well with her, what with their passionate embrace on their way to school, and again their passionate embrace at the storage room after he and Ukyo Kuonji had finished making love. It didn’t feel at all peculiar to Kuno that she and Akane had witnessed the entire act. No doubt they had enjoyed and rejoiced at the sight of the Spatula Goddess rediscovering her femininity. He had wanted to show his appreciation to Akane as well, but time had unfortunately been short. No matter. The youngest Tendo had long played hard-to-get, but it was clear to him that she now wanted to take their relationship to the next level. He could be patient.

He thought about the upcoming date, and of what sorts of clothes and outfits Nodoka-kun would pick for the pigtailed girl. Perhaps she would appear in one of those Chinese-style dresses she was so fond of? Regardless, he found himself anticipating every part of the date, including the last part. With all that had happened, he had no doubt that the date would be a success. After all, within the space of a little over 24 hours he had already gone on one date with the pigtailed girl, had breakfast with her and bedded three other beautiful women, with one of them sharing his bed last night.

He had memorized every curve and contour of Miss Ukyo, Miss Akari and Nodoka-kun, and he believed that even were he blindfolded he could tell them apart by the shape of their hips in his hands. He wondered how the pigtailed girl’s hips would feel like… For some reason, he was reminded of Nodoka-kun…

The graceful and elegant Nodoka-kun, his student and lover. Even though she was old enough to be his mother, he took no notice of her age whatsoever. To Kuno, she was a beautiful woman who had suffered in solitude long enough. It was no wonder that she hadn’t focused on her training, despite her obvious motivation. But he was determined to make things right, and last night had been a good start. What the two of them had done had been an intense, passionate and beautiful thing. But more would be needed, of course. Much more.

Perhaps he could take her on a journey aboard his yacht? Just the two of them? He could see it in his mind’s eye: she sunbathing in a bikini on deck, with sunglasses shielding her eyes from the sun, while he skillfully piloted the boat. The two of them swimming in the ocean. Him teaching her how to fish by standing behind her, holding her hands as he showed her how to properly hold and cast a fishing rod. She wearing an expensive, shimmering evening dress that revealed her shoulders, back and cleavage as she admired the sunset while sipping champagne, with him approaching her and embracing her from behind. Their lips coming closer and closer…

He resolved to have her move to the Kuno estate as soon as possible. It was a huge place, after all, with plenty of room. And eventually, of course, there would also be accommodations for the pigtailed girl, Akane Tendo, Ukyo Kuonji and Akari Unryu. And any other girls that he would encounter.

He felt torn. In an ideal world he would marry all of them, but unfortunately he could only marry one. Who that one would be he couldn’t decide yet, but he had confidence that the answer would present itself, sooner or later.

In the meantime, there was tonight’s date to consider, and he had every confidence that Nodoka-kun would pick just the right outfits for the lovely pigtailed girl.

Nodoka sighed in contentment as she settled into the hot water of the Kuno bath. The day had so far gone well, in her mind. Sasuke had been a good guide while showing her around the estate. It had been even bigger and more extensive than she had imagined, and she wondered, not for the first time, how such a large property could be maintained by only three people.

When the tour had finished, she had resolved to do some practicing with her sword kata before bathing and leaving to pick up Ranko at the school. So she had stripped down to her undergarments and practiced until she had left for the furo in order to give herself enough time to bathe before Ranko would finish school.

So much had happened since yesterday, and more would happen today. She felt tremendous excitement for tonight, even though her Goshujin-sama was going to go out on a date with another girl. There was no problem with that in practice, though, since the girl in question was Ranko.

It was very clear at the breakfast table that those two were smitten with each other, Nodoka thought to herself with a smile. If anyone deserves to be Kuno-sama’s fiancée, it should be her.

It was no wonder to Nodoka that her Master was deeply attracted to Ranko. She was a very beautiful young woman and a tomboyish martial artist who was finally coming into her own as a woman. Naturally, before the date, a decent assortment of clothes was needed, for any and all situations.

Perhaps I could have her also try out wedding dresses, just to see how she looks like in them, she mused to herself.

Though Nodoka resolved to show Ranko the ways of traditional womanhood, she understood that her personality was what made her so vibrant and alive. The last thing that she wanted to do was destroy that part of her. Though Nodoka was a product of her times and upbringing, she also understood that times had changed and it was no longer taboo for a strong, young woman to be a martial artist in this day and age.

I’m sure she can be just a little bit more ladylike while staying a martial artist, Nodoka nodded to herself. The clothes will be a nice start. And besides, this would also be a good chance for Nodoka to see what she would like for herself, when Kuno-sama later took her out clothes shopping.

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