The rain came down, and Ranma’s feminine side came out. The naked redhead with her boobs bobbing in the hot springs could imagine a small, dark, cartoon cloud over her head, the way she was feeling. “Great. The weatherman didn’t say anything about rain.”
“Uh, it’s probably because of the micro-climate we’re in,” said Akane abstractedly, her mind on Ranma thinking she wanted to make a slut out of her, because she thought Akane was one.
“Yeah, as I said: It’s just my luck.” She turned her frown on the strange girl. “Are you going to try something: Again?”
The inattentive ogler lowered her eyes and put her hands over her pussy; but to join them, covering her sex. “I’m not really a slut. It’s not my fault!”
“It’s not my fault, neither. I don’t even know you,” the pigtailed girl kept a wary eye on nude girl as she swam to shore. “Say! Do you know my pop? Did he sell me again, or something?”
“Well, uh, we are, not officially, that is, sort of... .” Akane realized that she was entering in a sore spot; and Ranma was sore enough, as it was. She might have blundered on, anyway, if it weren’t for Formula 110; if she had to give an explanation of their relationship, Ranma would just immediately forget it. Changing the subject, “Say, Ranma, I notice you’re speaking like a girl.”
“Yeah; that’s because I am a girl.” Her bare bottom on a stone, she wrapped an arm over her bust, and bent a knee like a pin-up girl. This wasn’t to hide anything, but to protect herself from the eyeballing of the pervert girl. “At least as I am, now.”
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