Ranma wanted to take the compact out of her sling purse; but that would have been too obvious. She felt the auras around her.
Oh, yeah! She got some hits. She could almost feel what part of her --her hose-clad legs, her thonged ass, her bare midriff, her pushed-together cleavage, her date-made-up face-- they were ogling. If there were fewer of them, she could feel the eyes on her goodies.
But her instant gratification seeped away. Fujita was drawing her share of stares; he was even drawing some away from her!
That was unbelievable! The guy hardly showed anything at all--He didn't have anything to show! And he was being extra careful not to, at that! Why!? Why!?
Kasumi. He reminded her of the most modest and genteel of the Tendos. So why should that matter!? Ranma's competitive spirit was stoked, and looking for the answer, for a technique she could use for herself.
She did not like the answer she came up with. Kasumi always beat Ranma. She beat her sisters! It was Kasumi that attracted the most admirers at the beach. It was Kasumi that won Nabiki's beauty contest--Even though she wasn't entered! Unbelievable: Ranma, Akane, Ukyo, Shampoo, Kodachi in bathing suits, and Kasumi had won!
"Kasumi's a real girl, though!"
"Oh, I know about Kasumi Tendo," Fujita smiled like the eldest sister. "My brother Tsubasa was in the same bathing beauty contest. He thought he could have won, if that ghost cat hadn't gotten a crush on him.
"He said she was the most feminine woman he'd ever met."
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