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Moxibustion Violation, Chapter 12

by H. Saotome
Continuing the divergence in which the piece of the moxibustion chart
containing the cure for Ranma's weakness remained in Happosai's
possession. Dark.
M/F, n/c, spank.

Don't ever, ever, ever piss off Happosai again, Ranma told
herself morosely.
The old pervert had tried to teach Ranma his technique for removing a
girl's underwear while she was wearing it, but Ranma had refused to
learn. He just knew that the old man would make him practice it, a lot.
Not to mention being told to bring the results back as a gift for his
sensei. And Ranma had wanted no part of it.
After arguing for several minutes, Happosai had given up, although
he'd been scowling darkly at the time. Ranma had congratulated himself
on winning the argument, but had grown increasingly nervous as the old
man's black mood didn't lift. They were staying in a town currently,
presumably so that Ranma could have practiced the technique had he been
willing to learn it.
Happosai had gone out, leaving Ranma alone in their room to `reflect
on the error of his ways.' Ranma had decided that he'd better do
something to make it up to the aged martial arts master and had
transformed himself into a female, then dressed in the most revealing
lingerie the old freak had bought for her and waited for his return,
wearing nothing else.
Except when Happosai had returned, he'd given Ranma one look and
grunted. "Good. Leave that on. Put on that red minidress and follow
me."
Not sure what else to do, Ranma had done as she'd been told. They'd
gone out and waited in a park until a young woman had walked by wearing
a dress not that much different from Ranma's. The old man had hit her
sleep shiatsu point, placed her as comfortably as possible on a bench,
and left her there. Then he'd told Ranma to follow him again.
By this point Ranma was extremely nervous. She wasn't too worried
about the woman, who should wake up naturally in a couple of hours,
assuming the two of them didn't return to wake her first. But she was
very worried about what Happosai might have in mind. Except she couldn't
begin to guess what that might be.
Leaving the park, they'd walked down the street and stopped at a door
between two storefronts, one which opened on a flight of steps leading
to an upstairs apartment. There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from
a window above. At that point Ranma flatly refused to go any further.
Then she found herself falling on her face as Happosai hit her own sleep
point.
Ranma had awakened to find herself on the landing at the top of the
stairs, suggesting that no more than a minute or two had passed. She
climbed to her feet in alarm, at which point Happosai knocked on the
door and jumped back down the stairs. Before Ranma could react further,
the door opened and her arm was grabbed by a man, who dragged her
inside. This guy had shouted, "Hey, everyone, the entertainment is
here!" He'd cupped her boob, at which point Ranma realized that Happosai
must have hit her libido points as well, setting her to the maximum
level, because she immediately soaked the crotch of her lacy
panties.
It turned out they were holding a bachelor party for some guy who was
getting married the next day, and Ranma had no trouble figuring out that
she'd been substituted for the professional who was supposed to be here.
The problem was that several guys started feeling her up immediately,
leaving her mind so clouded by arousal that she couldn't think to
protest, to tell them it was all a mistake.
This had led directly to Ranma's current situation. She was naked,
lying on top of the groom-to-be on a low table, with his cock buried in
her wet snatch. Some other guy was kneeling behind her, stuffing her
butt with his prick. A third guy was standing on the other side of the
table, and Ranma had been sucking on his cock until it exploded down her
throat. The sensation of him getting off in her mouth had in turn made
Ranma come, and come hard. Immediately following the orgasm, she had a
few moments for rational thought. Which is when she vowed never to piss
off Happosai again.
"Hey, listen ...!" she began, but got no further as another cock was
shoved into her mouth. Feeling her arousal start to build again already,
Ranma flailed behind herself with one hand, trying to hit the points to
reset her libido to normal. Only she found that the skin over the two
points was swollen, as if by a bee sting, making it impossible to apply
the appropriate pressure.
The guest of honor filled her cunt with his hot spunk a minute
later, followed a few thrusts after by the guy in her ass. They moved
away and two other men took their places, once again cramming their meat
into both of Ranma's holes at the same time. The sensation was beyond
incredible, and she rode them to another shattering climax.
By the time the third mind blowing orgasm hit, Ranma was so far gone
in a sexual daze that she forgot about trying to explain that they had
the wrong girl. Guy after guy ganged up on her, filling her with cock,
shooting her full of cum, and she was flying so high on the sensations
that she was humping right back at them, trying to drain them of every
drop she could.
Ranma had no idea how long it lasted, or how many guys used her for
their pleasure, although she was certain that most if not all took two
or even more turns with her. Happosai told her later that there had been
fifteen men at the party. All that she knew at the time was that her
universe was filled with an endless parade of cock, driving her
completely out of her mind.
When Ranma returned to her senses she found herself outdoors, behind
a shrub, apparently in the same park where they'd left the other girl
earlier. She was on her knees, Happosai was standing in front of her
with his pants around his ankles, and from the taste in her mouth she'd
just finished blowing him. Tentatively calling up memories, she nearly
heaved at the thought of just how enthusiastically she had blown
him before he'd filled her mouth with his sticky load. At least he had
then taken sufficient pity upon her that he'd found some way to press on
the swollen points, returning her libido to normal and her mind to a
semblance of sanity.
Memories of the party were forcing themselves upon her and Ranma
shuddered, trying unsuccessfully to repress them. She remembered at the
end how the men had picked her up and yanked her tiny dress down over
her cum covered body, not bothering with her underwear. They'd shoved
her out the door without even bothering to pull the hem all the way over
her hips. She'd walked a couple of blocks down the street like that
before Happosai had appeared and led her to the park.
Ranma thought seriously about trying to hit the old man's sleep
point and then maiming him, but what if she failed? She also considered,
just as seriously, threatening to kill the pervert once she had her
strength back, but what if Happosai decided to deal with that by not
returning her strength? She sighed, concluding that there was nothing
she could do, at least for now, except to cope with the memories as best
she could.
Happosai broke the silence. "Ready to learn the technique now?"
Ranma snarled. The freakish dwarf had already punished her for
refusing to do so. What more could he do? Then visions rose up in her
mind of what more he could do. Ranma bowed her head and meekly answered,
"Yes."
Happosai grinned. "Great. Let's go home and get you cleaned up.
You'll need to wear normal clothing while I show you how it's done."
Grumbling and cursing inside, but showing a wholly placid exterior,
Ranma got to her feet and followed her sensei back to their room.

Akane paused in the hallway outside the door to take a deep breath.
She knew what was coming, and had no choice except to go through with
it. She glanced down over her outfit, removing her coat for a better
look. The sixteen year old girl had avoided any lurid display of sex
appeal, feeling sure that a "schoolgirl" appearance was what the
situation called for. So she was wearing a knee length skirt, and a
tight but not formfitting shirt which showed just a bit of cleavage.
With one more deep breath for courage, she opened the door and walked
into the waiting room.
Akane crossed quickly over to the window, but the woman who had been
there last month wasn't present. In fact, the room on the other side
appeared to be empty. She had no chance to puzzle over this, however, as
the door to the side opened and the handsome if undesired figure of the
middle-aged Doctor Yamada entered the room.
"Ah, hello Tendo-san," he greeted her jovially. "Right on time, I
see. I've already dismissed Minori-san for the day. Are you ready to
earn your next excuse slip?"
Akane had to take another deep breath at that question, wishing she
could crush the man's throat. She somehow managed to make her voice
sound meek when it emerged. "Yes, Doctor Yamada."
"Excellent!" he approved. "Please follow me back to my office."
Akane hung her coat on the wall and then trailed behind him, down the
inner hallway and into his office. There he told her to stand in front
of his desk, and as she moved to do so he went around the desk to take
his seat. In truth, she had no choice but to either stand or sit on the
floor, since the two chairs which had been present in front of the desk
on her last visit were nowhere to be seen.
"Please disrobe, Tendo-san," the doctor said without preamble. "Place
your clothing on top of my desk."
Seeing no choice except to comply, Akane quickly divested herself of
shoes, socks, skirt, shirt, bra and panties. She folded them all neatly,
placing them one by one in a stack atop the desk. Then she resumed her
position standing and facing the desk, making no attempt to cover
herself. Several lessons in the consequences of displeasing males when
they wanted her on display had taught Akane to be careful about not
hiding her assets when nude.
"I see your bottom has not been whipped today," Yamada noted. "Since
I see no reason the boy who did so before should have disappeared, or
chosen to ignore you thereafter, may I assume that you have learned to
be a trifle more obedient?"
"I ... prefer not to be whipped," she replied, by way of answer.
The doctor chuckled. "I'm sure that's so. And how many times have you
been raped since ... no, wait, I'm sorry. We established last time that
you were never raped, that you got exactly what you wanted. So - how
many times have you been fucked since your last visit here?"
Akane started a slow boil at the claim she hadn't been raped, but she
dared not contradict the asshole. She needed him too badly, and he knew
it. She breathed in and out a couple of times to stay calm, then
replied, "I'm afraid I don't know. I ... lost count."
"That many, eh?" He chuckled again. "You really do love having
a man between your legs, don't you?" He paused, then asked, "And is it
still the same seven you screwed so happily before? Or have you started
putting out for other boys as well?"
Akane again fought for control. "Could we just get on with it?" she
asked. "Go ahead and rape me and let me go."
Doctor Yamada slammed both of his palms down on the desktop, making
Akane jump. His face darkened with anger. "You will not use the word
`rape' again in my presence!" he said loudly. "You were never
raped. You cannot be raped. You are nothing but a slut who craves
having her cunt stuffed with cock after cock. Tell me - is your cunt wet
or dry right now? And if you say `dry' and I check and discover that it
is wet, then I will whip you and throw you out without your excuse, and
personally contact several boys at your school and tell them about your
true `condition'."
Akane's chin trembled. She looked at him with an expression which
mixed anger and fear. Finally she said, "It's not dry."
"Were you ever raped?" the doctor demanded.
Akane was breathing fast, and her lips were alternately compressing
and relaxing as she fought not to give in to an outburst of either
shouting or tears. "No sir," she said, her voice tight. "I was never
raped."
"That's what I thought," he said, more calmly. "You wanted those boys
to fuck you all along, didn't you?"
Giving up, she said, "Yes sir. I wanted them to fuck me."
Smiling a hard little smile, the man went on, "And I will never again
hear you claim that you were raped, will I? Either concerning anyone who
has already screwed you, or any time someone fucks you in the future.
Even if a man doesn't bother to ask for your permission first, it isn't
rape, because a slut like you enjoys getting fucked so much."
"Yes sir," Akane ground out.
His face turned stony. "Yes sir ... what?" he insisted.
Akane had thought she was prepared for what would happen here today.
A quick fuck, maybe a blowjob, then he'd give her the excuse and she'd
leave. She was realizing that she hadn't been prepared at all. That the
man in front of her knew how badly he had trapped her, and planned to
enjoy it as sadistically as he could.
"Yes sir," Akane repeated, before speaking words which tore at her as
they came out. "I promise I'll never tell you again that I was raped. I
can't be raped because I'm a slut who enjoys getting fucked, and any man
who fucks me is doing something I enjoy. It doesn't matter whether or
not I said I wanted it. Since I always want to be fucked, it can never
be rape."
Yamada nodded. "That's more like it. I'm glad to hear you admit what
you're really like. It's important for you to do so, since a colleague
of mine will be here in a minute, and you're going to screw him and give
every appearance that you're completely happy to do so."
Akane stared, aghast. No, she definitely hadn't been prepared for
what would happen here today. Hands clenching into fists, she shouted,
"I won't! You can't make me!"
His face clouded over yet again. "How many times do we have to go
through this?" he asked rhetorically. "If you don't cooperate, you will
leave here without your excuse. I will contact several boys at your
school, whom I know through their families, and tell them how
defenseless you are. I'll tell them that you've already been spreading
your legs for other boys at your school. Now, would you prefer that
outcome? Or will you do as you're told?"
Akane started shaking like a leaf, but there was only one possible
answer and she knew it. Screw two men, the doctor here and his friend -
or get raped daily by numberless hordes of perverted schoolboys. "I'll
... do as I'm told," she whispered.
The doctor leaned forward, elbows on the desktop, steepling his
fingers. "Good. But I'm not happy with how much resistance you're
showing. It disappoints me. It makes me think you don't know your place.
Let me hear you promise that you'll always obey me, that you'll perform
any sexual act I say, and that you'll screw anyone I tell you to
screw."
It was a nightmare. That was the only explanation. She was trapped in
a nightmare. But she was unable to awaken, so she gave the only answer
that she could under the circumstances. "I promise I'll obey you. I
promise I'll do any sex ... thing ... you tell me to. I promise I'll ...
I'll ..." She hung her head. "... screw anyone you tell me to."
"Good. I'll be taking my turn after him. You're to do anything he
says, and ..." Yamada cocked his head, then smiled. "I do believe he's
here. Wait where you are." He stood, circled the desk, and exited the
office.
Akane stood where she was, feeling horribly exposed, trying to psyche
herself up for what was coming. Yamada returned a few seconds later
leading a man older than himself, late fifties or early sixties from
what Akane could judge. Suddenly finding herself standing naked in front
of a complete stranger, she blushed completely crimson, fighting the
urge to cover her body from the sight of the two men.
"Very nice," this new man said. He came over and walked around her
slowly. "Very, very nice. I like them athletic."
"I knew you'd be pleased," Yamada told him. "And I assure you she's a
great piece of ass. Really enjoys getting fucked, too. Her name is
Akane."
The other man looked over to Doctor Yamada and smiled. "It's a deal,"
he said. Then he turned to the girl standing between them on display.
"Come with me, Akane-chan."
Yamada confirmed this. "Go with Doctor Kizaki to the examination
room. You can use the bed there. Remember what I said."
Akane nodded her head a little without raising her eyes to meet his.
She trudged along in the wake of the older man as he left the office.
They went a short way down the hall and into another room. It contained
the usual, a counter with a sink, cabinets, various pieces of medical
equipment, and an examination table which could also serve as a bed.
"Your job is to pretend to be my patient," Kizaki told her. "I'm
going to examine you, and, of course, I'm going to do some other things
as well. You're to follow my instructions just as if you were a patient
and everything I told you made sense for an examination.
Understand?"
Akane nodded, then climbed up to sit on the table at his direction.
She sat there facing him, wondering what was coming, though she had a
pretty good idea where it was going to end up.
Doctor Kizaki smiled and said, "I understand you came in today
because of a problem with your vagina. Something about over-lubrication.
Is that correct?"
Akane stared, then caught herself. Lowering her eyes, she replied,
"Yes, doctor."
"Very well," the white-haired doctor said. "But I'll need to perform
some standard tests first."
With that he put the ends of a stethoscope in his ears and proceeded
to listen to her breathing and heartbeat. He may have pressed it to her
boobs a little more often than elsewhere, but it was still surprisingly
normal. Letting the stethoscope dangle, he performed a breast exam,
manipulating and pressing her tits extensively. Yet Akane had no trouble
enduring it.
After this, to Akane's surprised bafflement, he went on to take her
blood pressure with a cuff around her arm, hit both of her knees with a
little rubber hammer, peered into her ears, and stuck a tongue depressor
in her mouth to look down her throat. Akane honestly began to wonder if
this was going to turn into a normal medical exam instead of the
experience she was expecting.
Then he told her to lie down on her stomach. Picking up a
thermometer, he quickly lubed it before shoving it most of the way up
her butt. Akane grunted in mild discomfort at the suddenness of the
intrusion, but by now had taken much larger things back there, shoved in
much more forcefully.
When he withdrew the thermometer, Kizaki actually took the time to
check her temperature. Akane almost shook her head in disbelief, but
restrained the reaction. She figured that he must surely be done
with the preliminaries soon, and she was right.
"Very well, Akane-chan," the doctor said, licking his lips. "It's
time to have a look at that vagina. Please roll over onto your back, and
move down so that your hips are at the edge of the table."
Akane did as she was told, noting in the process that there was an
erection tenting the front of the man's slacks. Sighing to herself, she
guessed that everything which had gone before was part of some fantasy
of his. She lay back, her legs dangling off the end of the table.
Kizaki stepped up and lifted her legs, bending them back over her
stomach. "Please grasp your legs behind the knees and hold them up like
that. Wider please. Wider. Perfect." He gazed with open lust at the
sixteen year old pussy spread before his gaze, then reached forward with
trembling fingers and spread her folds to look upon the treasure
within.
"I see what you mean about your over-lubrication problem," he said
happily, gazing upon the very moist tissues. Akane felt herself
blushing, a reaction she couldn't understand given all of the things she
had suffered before this point. The doctor slowly inserted a finger up
to the knuckle, feeling around inside.
"Are you sexually active?" the doctor asked her seriously.
Akane realized he was still in the role of giving an examination.
"Yes, doctor," she said.
"I can tell," he replied. "Very active, I would say. Have you had
intercourse with one penis, many times, or have you had intercourse with
many penises?"
Akane thought that sounded a little odd. As if she had sex with
floating penises which had no men attached. Not that she was going to
trouble herself over such a thing. "Many penises, doctor."
"And do you enjoy it?" he asked.
Remembering the things Doctor Yamada had said, Akane answered, "Yes,
doctor. I enjoy having sex very much."
"How many times would you estimate you have sex per week?" he
inquired.
Akane decided not to bother calculating an exact mathematical answer.
It was hardly likely he was interested in the number other than hearing
her say something which would feed his fantasy. "About three times a
day, on average," she told him. "Which would be about twenty-one times
per week."
Kizaki quirked an eyebrow and smiled. "My, my. You are a bit
of a nymphomaniac, aren't you?"
Akane sighed, trying not to let it become audible. "I suppose so,
doctor."
"I see," the doctor responded, breathing a little faster. He
straightened, removing his finger. "As it happens, I know the cure for
your condition and have it right here. It will require me to insert an
applicator deeply into your vagina, and push it in and out several times
to settle it correctly. At the end, the medicine will be deposited in
your vagina and I will withdraw the applicator. It is very important to
keep your eyes closed throughout this process. Do you understand? You
must not open your eyes until I tell you to. Close them now,
please."
Troubled as she was about the whole business, it was all Akane could
do not to laugh at this foolishness. Even in a fantasy, how could he
possibly think that anyone could buy something like that? Nonetheless,
she schooled her expression carefully and closed her eyes. "I'm ready
for the applicator, doctor."
She felt something rubbing back and forth along her pussy, slipping
between her petals. It began to press in. Her cunt stretched around it
as it pushed farther, and it occurred to Akane that he must be quite
thick, about the same as Raiden, which was almost as much as Hikaru.
This in turn almost made her weep to realize that she was becoming a
connoisseur of cocks which fucked her. When Akane felt the man's belly
press against her, she realized that despite his thickness his penis
must be shorter than the other ones she had experienced so far.
He pulled back and thrust forward, and Akane started to feel the
familiar heat of arousal growing within her. However, he only lasted
about eight thrusts before he pushed himself in and held himself there.
Akane realized that he was ejaculating, thought the word "Wimp!" and
then asked herself what the hell she was thinking - did she
really want a rapist to screw her for a long time and maybe even
make her come?
When he withdrew, Akane kept her eyes closed and asked, "Did you
inject the medicine, doctor? Should I clean off the applicator for you?"
Again she asked herself what the hell she was thinking, asking a leading
question like that.
"Er, no," the doctor told her. "I don't think I could get it up ...
that is, I mean, there's no need." She heard a zipper. "We're all done,
here. You can open your eyes and get up now."
Akane was surprised that there wasn't going to be anything more. But
then she remembered that she still had Doctor Yamada to deal with. She
climbed off the table, noticing that Doctor Kizaki had already left the
room. She stepped through the door and saw him down the hall, talking
cheerfully with Yamada. Then she saw money change hands and leaned
against the wall, feeling faint.
Kizaki left. Yamada, spotting her, walked quickly down the hall. He
took Akane by the elbow and led her back into the examination room.
"This will be better than my office. You stained the carpet in there
last month."
Rather than protest this accusation, Akane querulously asked, "Was he
paying you? For ... for ..."
"For screwing you, yes," Yamada told her unapologetically. "I told
him I'd come across this great teenage hooker. Don't worry. I'll give
you your cut before you leave."
"You told him I'm a prostitute?!" Akane wailed.
Yamada snorted, shoving her against the examination table. "You
are a prostitute," he told her. "You agreed to have sex with me
in exchange for something of benefit to yourself. So what if it's an
excuse note instead of money? It still makes you a whore."
Akane was shaking her head from side to side, wide-eyed.
Yamada sneered at her. "Don't bother denying it. Whatever excuses you
make, it still comes down to the same thing - you're a whore. You agreed
to fuck me so that I'd give you something. That's exactly what
prostitution is. I simply decided to cash in on the fact that you can't
keep your legs closed. And you'd better get the following through your
skull right now - I'm going to sell your ass to someone else again next
month, and every month after that."
"I won't!" Akane told him loudly. "I am not a whore! I won't
let you!"
The doctor snarled. "You know, I've about had it with you talking
back! Whoever whipped you last month obviously didn't do a good enough
job!" He grabbed Akane around the waist and lifted her up easily,
spinning her around and slamming her belly against the end of the
examination table. A hand on her back shoved her front down, crushing
her tits against the bed. She was bent over at the edge, her legs
kicking in protest.
Yamada hauled his hand back and slapped her ass, hard. He rained down
slap after slap, slowly turning the flesh pink. Akane was grunting and
mumbling curses, but from what he could tell apparently withstanding
most of the pain. He wished he had a cane or something similar at hand.
Something to think about for the future, he decided. Oh well, he
decided, there are always old standbys.
With that he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his pants.
Lifting it high he brought it down hard, causing a thunder-crack when it
struck Akane's hips. She yelled, trying to jump up, but the hand on her
back easily held her in place. All she could do was kick her legs
futilely as the belt came down again and again.
Yamada remembered what Akane's ass had looked like last month, and
was determined to achieve at least as much this time. Akane was
screaming and sobbing, pounding her hands against the bed and kicking
her feet. Tears ran down her face to wet the papery sheet underneath
her. And still the whipping continued.
When he finally stopped, Akane's ass was a fiery red, heat radiating
off of it in waves. He nodded judiciously. He felt certain that the
fellow who had whipped the little slut last month would approve if he
could see her. Releasing her now that he was done, Yamada stepped back
to give the bawling girl time to quiet down.
Yamada waited until Akane had run down to soft, panting sobs before
returning his attention to her. She was still bent over the end of the
examination table, her reddened ass jutting out, red stripe marks
visible along the sides but blended together in the middle. Her hands
were gripping either side of the bed, and her face was turned away from
him toward the wall.
Getting off of the stool on which he'd sat, the doctor walked over to
stand beside the examination table, looking down at the quietly crying
teenage girl. Her face was a mess, covered in tears, the skin around her
eyes red. There was a large wet area on the sheet underneath her
face.
Yamada cleared his throat, alerting Akane that he was standing over
her. Speaking sternly, he inquired, "Now what are you? And you'd better
think about your answer and get it right. Because if you get it wrong
I'm going to give you a second whipping just as hard as the first."
Akane thought about it and got it right. "I-I'm a ... a ...
wh-whore."
"Glad to see we finally got that straight," Yamada told her. "And
you're happy to work for me once a month as a prostitute, right? Say
`yes sir'."
"Yes s-sir," she said, the words catching in her throat.
"And you're going to fuck whoever I tell you to, right? Knowing all
the time that they're going to pay me for your services?"
"Y-yes sir."
"And if I decide to make twice as much money next month, and have two
guys here instead of one, I'm not going to hear one word of complaint
from you, am I?"
It took Akane a moment to answer. She sniffled. "N-no s-sir."
"In fact, you want me to sell you to a couple of men next
month, don't you? So that I can make twice as much money."
It was useless to say anything except what he wanted. "Yes
s-sir."
Speaking in a happy voice, as of one who'd just had an inspiration,
Yamada said, "You know, there's a boy who lives down the block from me
who goes to Furinkan. At least I think he does. He's on the soccer team
if I remember right. What do you say I invite him here next month, swear
him to silence, and let him have a go at you for free. Would you like
that?"
Akane began to cry a little harder. She didn't dare say no. But if
she said yes, he'd probably do exactly as he said. Which would mean one
more boy at school who would be raping her. Even if this unknown boy
honored the oath to keep silent, it would be one more point of exposure,
one more risk of discovery. But what else could she do?
"Yes sir," she answered brokenly.
"Really?" the doctor responded cheerfully. "I'll definitely have to
consider it, then." In truth, Yamada had no intention of considering it.
The men he brought here to screw her would be carefully selected, and
would have no idea of who she was. There was no way he was going to risk
some randomly chosen boy, who knew her from school and who might go
shooting his mouth off. But he loved the idea that this girl would spend
the next month terrified that he was going to do so.
"Enough of that, time to get down to business," Yamada said firmly.
"I'm already hard, and you're already wet. Ask me to please fuck your
tight little whore cunt."
There was no resistance left in her. "Please f-fuck my tight little
wh-whore c-cunt."
Yamada stepped up behind the girl where she was bent over the table.
He dropped his pants and pulled down his boxers, freeing his stiff cock.
Pointing it at her hole, he shoved himself all the way in with one
thrust. Then he began fucking her steadily.
Unfortunately for Akane, she had paradoxically ended up more aroused
after the whipping than she had been before. Now the regular piston
action of the hard rod in her cunt was heating her up further. Whatever
she might think of the idea of responding to his actions, her pussy had
a mind of its own and was soon pushing back to meet his thrusts. Just as
the orgasm was about to break over her he stopped, the head of his prick
only just touching her entrance. She wanted to cry out in
frustration.
"I've just made a decision," Doctor Yamada told the girl he was
screwing. "From now on your name is Whore-chan. That's what I'll call
you, that's what I'll tell the men to call you when I sell your ass to
them, and that's what you'll call yourself whenever you're here." He
laughed. "Tell me. What's your name?"
For some reason, this was a humiliation too far. She didn't care if
he beat her again. She'd probably pass out anyway if he tried. "My name
is Akane," she whispered.
He almost got angry, but then he looked down to where her ass was
pushing back, sliding her cunt onto the head of his cock. Putting his
hands on her hips he pushed, shoving her off of his cock and against the
edge of the table, forcing a yelp from her. Then he pushed his prick all
the way in to the hilt and pulled it all the way back out. Akane
whimpered.
Yamada leaned down. "Do you want to come?"
Akane stubbornly remained silent. Yamada gave her another couple of
thrusts of his cock, making her moan. Then he pulled out again. "Let me
know when you want me to make you come."
Still Akane remained silent. He plowed her furrow a few more times
until her ass was humping against him, and pulled out again. Akane
gasped in dismay. "Say `Please make me come'."
Hating herself for giving in, Akane whispered, "Please ... make me
come."
Yamada pushed his cock in slowly, up to the balls. He whispered,
"What name to you want me to call you?"
Akane pressed herself against the cock filling her, trying to hump
it. "Akane," she said, seething, while simultaneously trying to come on
his prick.
The doctor pulled himself all of the way out, holding himself so that
the tip of his dick was just brushing her labia. A hand on her back kept
her in place so that she couldn't move her ass closer. His other hand
reached around her underneath, and back up to the juncture of her legs.
Yamada began teasing her clit lightly, stimulating it for a few seconds,
then pulling his hand away, repeating the process over and over. Akane
was trying to grind herself against his fingers.
"You want to come, don't you?" he said mockingly. "I think I heard
wrong before. What name do you want me to call you?"
Tears were starting to run from Akane's eyes again. She needed to
come so badly! "Akane," she whispered. "My name is Akane."
He teased her with his cock, pushing it in just a little and pulling
it back again. He played with her clit, careful to stay on the near side
of the abyss of her climax. He teased a little more with his cock,
making her cry harder in her frustration.
"Please ... please ..." she begged.
"Just tell me the name I should call you, and you can come." He gave
her a hard thrust, but pulled out even faster.
She couldn't take it anymore. She begged herself for forgiveness. "My
name is Whore-chan!" she gasped. "Please call me Whore-chan!"
Yamada rammed his cock all the way in and pumped furiously. His
fingers danced directly on her clit. Akane screamed and rammed herself
back against the cock just as hard, slamming herself against it over and
over again rapid fire. She kept it up for half a minute before she
collapsed, drooling, unable to move further. Somewhere in the middle of
it all Yamada had erupted, coating the inside of her cunt with his
cum.
He patted her ass as he withdrew. "Nice job, Whore-chan." He took a
step back from the table, blowing out a hard breath, making sure he
could stand straight without wobbling. "You still need to earn your pay,
Whore-chan. Get over here on your knees and use your mouth to clean me
off."
Akane turned her head to the other side, facing him. She didn't
bother to hide her hatred. Not that it seemed to have any least effect.
Wearily she pushed herself up from the table until she was standing. She
crossed over to the man a little unsteadily, then sank to her knees.
Taking hold of his limp prick, she put it in her mouth and began to suck
and lick at it.
It grew back to a half erect state, but no further. After a while
Yamada signaled to her to desist, and Akane gratefully released it. In
response to the crook of his finger, she rose to her feet and followed
him down the hall in silence. Back in the office she stood once more in
front of the desk, nude but this time with a heavily reddened ass, while
he sank into the chair on the other side.
"Let's just make sure you've learned your lesson," he said languidly.
"What's your name?"
"Whore-chan," Akane replied spitefully.
He didn't particularly care how she felt about it, so ignored the
tone of her voice. "Right. From now on that's the only thing you're
called here. You'll also refer to yourself in the third person, using
that name. Got it?"
Akane didn't care if he was unaffected by the emotions she projected.
It made her feel a little better to let it show. So just as spitefully
as before, she answered, "Yes, Whore-chan gets it."
"Good," he said. "And next month you're going to fuck the men I tell
you to fuck and make me a lot of money, right?"
She simply answered, "Yes sir."
"Speaking of which, you made me a nice twenty thousand yen today.
Here's your cut." He dug into his pocket and flipped her a five hundred
yen coin.
Akane caught it, staring. Then she dropped it on the floor.
Yamada's icy voice froze her. "You've got ten seconds to pick that
back up, Whore-chan, before you get another whipping. You're a
prostitute, and you'll be paid for fucking the Johns I choose for
you."
Suddenly scared, Akane bent down and retrieved the coin. She held it
clenched in her fist.
He nodded, approving her decision. Then he said, "Go ahead and get
dressed while I write you your note. Your next appointment will be for
Friday the eleventh. Same time. Same place. Same job."
Akane put on her clothes. When she was done she wordlessly took the
piece of paper he held out, glancing down to confirm what it said. She
walked out of the office, neither of them having said another word.
And as soon as she was outside the building on the sidewalk, Akane
threw the coin away from her as hard as she could, watching it vanish
from sight over the rooftops.

Ranma was male, not that this was any great comfort at the moment.
Almost he thought it would be better to be female if he had to do what
he was doing. Not that anything could really make this any better. It
ate at his soul, to be putting his own needs ahead of others, but the
injury done to them was fairly minor, while the threat to himself was
something he didn't want to face again.
The bachelor party had proved a sufficient spur to make Ranma do
everything Happosai had required for his further training. As a result,
he was now walking across the campus of a large university, with a
knapsack on his back. That knapsack was slowly being filled with
undergarments. From time to time he would walk up to some unsuspecting
student, tell her his parents were thinking of sending him here after
graduation and had made him come here to look over the place, and then
ask her for directions to some building or other. Afterward he was
careful not to look back as he walked off, not wishing to see her
expression when she realized that either her panties or her bra were
missing.
Ranma had been shocked at first to discover that some girls weren't
wearing panties when he went after them. Those were the ones who
supplied the bras in the backpack. With the exception of the two girls
from whom he'd stolen nothing because they hadn't been wearing
any underwear.
What bothered Ranma the most was that part of him was enjoying
what he was doing, and he was damned sure Happosai hadn't hit those
pervert points this time. Partly it was the sense of getting away with
something naughty undetected. Partly it was a sense of power, that he
could do this to these girls and they could do nothing to stop him; they
didn't even realize he was doing it. Partly it was knowing that these
girls were walking around without one of their undergarments, and there
was nothing they could do until they had a chance to return to their
rooms. He also enjoyed knowing that he was the only man around who knew
that certain specific girls had voluntarily chosen to go outside naked
under their skirts or pants.
He was also pretty disgusted with himself for all of those feelings.
At least he could take some comfort in the fact that his disgust was
much greater than the pleasure, but all the same that trace of pleasure
was undeniably there. Ranma shuddered at the thought that he could be
even just a tiny bit like Happosai.
Putting such thoughts aside, Ranma spotted another target. She was
petite, with red hair tied back and a sizable bosom, quite reminding him
of his own female self. It was the unusual red hair which had caught his
eye. The boy strolled up to her casually, putting on the pathetic
expression he'd been practicing. "Hi, could you help me? I'm visiting
the campus today and I seem to be a little turned around."
She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Oh, you too! I mean, I'm visiting
here today, not that I'm lost."
Ranma reached back to fiddle with his pigtail, embarrassed. "Um,
yeah. My parents are talking about sending me here after graduation.
Kinda crazy, since I'm still in my first year at school."
"Wow!" she breathed. "Me too! I can't believe it! I was sure that
no one else could have parents as crazy as mine! I mean, what's
the point of worrying about this before our final year?"
Ranma was really starting to feel like a heel, but the knapsack
needed filling. "Nuts, ain't it?" he suggested, while his arm flashed
out behind her and under her skirt. The chi suppression kept her from
feeling the touch as his fingertips stroked along the bare flesh of her
ass. Ranma barely managed to keep his expression unchanged as he
realized she was another one who had willingly gone outside commando
while wearing a skirt. His arm seeming to possess a life of its own, he
felt his fingertips trace along her slit before withdrawing as he began
to ask, "So, do you know where the gym is suppose to be located?"
The girl was now looking rather flushed, causing Ranma further
distress knowing that his touch was the cause of it even if she hadn't
realized it herself. She turned around and pointed toward the fine arts
building across the street.
"If you go around that building and past the library, I think you
ought to be able to see the gym. Are you planning to major in P.E. or
something? Or just interested in knowing about the facilities we'll be
able to use?"
"Yeah, I was thinking of P.E.," Ranma answered, while his hands
flashed under her coat, one going for the hooks of her bra in back, and
the other going for the cups in front, or the clasp if it should turn
out to be in the front instead of the back. He was shocked yet again to
discover that this girl, his own age, was walking around braless. The
young man was unable to resist tweaking one of her nipples, which the
girl didn't feel consciously but to which her body reacted.
"Oooohh!" she said, then looked embarrassed. "Umm, sorry. Don't know
what got into me."
I am turning into a goddamned pervert! Ranma bitched to
himself. I have got to finish this training and get away from the old
man before he corrupts me completely. What would Akane say if she saw
what I was doing? He shuddered at the thought, picturing himself
lying crushed in a crater in the ground.
"Thanks a lot," he told the girl, turning to leave and find his next
victim ... er, target.
"No problem!" She smiled brightly at him again. "Maybe we'll meet
here again in three years!"
Ranma wished he were somewhere that he didn't have to want to curl up
and die. "Um, yeah. May be!" He waved and walked off quickly.
Three quarters full, he told himself stoically. Another
hour, about, to fill it up. Just another hour. Then I can leave.
Ranma walked on, then turned toward a pair of twins standing there
chatting, figuring he might be able to get two pairs of panties at
once.

"Let's stop here, m'boy. There's something else I want to show you
before lunch."
Ranma, currently male, cast a wary gaze upon the ancient martial arts
master walking beside him. Then he looked around himself. They were
crossing a miniature golf course, currently unused due to being closed
for the winter. Besides, the snow covering everything would have made it
hard to putt golf balls around.
"What's up, old man?" he asked.
"You know," Happosai said in an aside, "it's really quite amazing,
when you think about it. All of those, ah, punishments you've
earned, and you still can't learn to call me master. Or even
sensei."
Ranma squirmed a little, although he tried not to show up. He hoped
the old freak wasn't considering a punishment right now. "I've called
you `master' a few times," he pointed out defensively.
Happosai chuckled. "Only immediately after a punishment. When it was
still fresh in your memory." He waved a hand. "Don't worry about it.
You've been behaving yourself. Mostly. I don't particularly care what
you call me."
Ranma sighed heavily. "That's good to know, you motherfucking
asshole."
Happosai frowned. "Don't push it, punk."
He nodded judiciously when Ranma looked down to study his toes. Then
he went on with his original intention. "I'm going to push some pressure
points on you, and then we're going in to lunch."
Ranma's wariness was back full force. "What's it gonna do to me?! I
don't wanna find myself stripping some waitress in the restroom. Or
turning into a girl and offering myself in exchange for the meal. Or
anything else like that."
The old man snorted, amused by the images. "Believe it or not,
nothing like that. Nothing you'd call perverted. The truth is it's a bit
experimental, so I don't want to say until I can observe the effect. But
if it works the way I hope, it should make things a bit easier for you
in the long run. Which is in the best interest of my school's
future."
After thinking about it, Ranma nodded. It wasn't like he had much
choice anyway. He came to a stop between a windmill and Tokyo tower and
said, "Go ahead."
"Watch carefully," Happosai instructed. "If this works, you'll
definitely want to know where these points are, just in case it
needs to be reinforced in the future. There are three points in front,
two on your chest, here and here, and one on your diaphragm here. Note
the intersections at which they're placed. You have them?"
Ranma answered, "Yeah," and watched as Happosai pressed firmly.
The old man moved behind him. "There are two more points in the back,
one to the lower left here just above the waist, and one high in the
middle of the spine. Damn, get down here lower boy. That's better. You
can't see them of course, but can you feel where my fingers are?"
"Yeah," Ranma said, "I got it. That lower one is on the dan line, one
nerve path left of the one used for the libido reset. The upper one is
the cho point. Right?"
"Right you are," he said, then pressed hard.
Ranma waited expectantly, trying to determine how he felt different.
Nothing was occurring to him. He frowned.
Happosai walked off. "Come along boy. I'm hungry."
A short time later they were seated in a booth at a restaurant. An
extremely pretty waitress came over to take their order. When she walked
off, Happosai turned to the boy across the table and said, "Hotcha!
She's a real cute one, isn't she?"
Ranma's eyes turned toward her for another look, but he just made a
"mmmh" noise. He didn't really want to play to the old man's
perversions, even if he might otherwise admit that the woman was stacked
even better than his own female form. Rather than getting drawn into a
conversation concerning the waitress's obvious assets, he leaned back in
his seat and continued puzzling over the problem of what Happosai had
done to him.
"I'll be back in a minute my boy. Just going to the loo."
Ranma opened an eye to follow Happosai as he left the table, thinking
for a brief moment that if it wasn't for the need for his cure he could
make a break for it right now. Of course, he'd had similar opportunities
in the past days, and was still here for the same reason that he was
staying right now. The need to recover his strength. It suddenly
occurred to Ranma that the old pervert had carried his water glass with
him to the restroom. Why the hell had he done that?
The ancient master toddled back a minute later, still carrying the
glass of water, sliding back into his seat. Ranma picked up a plastic
wrapped rice cake from a tray on the table and peeled it open. Just as
he was lifting it to take a bite, he was hit right in the face by a
torrent of water.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" Ranma screamed at the old man,
who was sitting there merely grinning at him. A few other diners turned
to look.
It took Ranma a moment to notice that something had sounded odd. His
voice. It was too deep. He looked down, startled. He was a guy!
"I'm a guy!" he shouted, drawing more stares. "I didn't change!
What?! How?!"
"Looks like it worked," Happosai said in an oddly cheerful and
mournful mix.
Ranma looked up to stare across the table. "You did ... The pressure
points! You cured me?!"
Happosai shook his head. "No. Pour your own glass over yourself."
With a degree of trepidation, wanting badly to believe his curse had
been cured, Ranma lifted his glass and poured the water over his head.
He instantly transformed into a buxom red-haired girl, causing many of
the watchers to gasp in shock.
Ranma looked down at her chest sorrowfully, then returned her gaze to
the man across the table. "I don't understand," she said.
Happosai explained. "Some months back I was talking to one of your
schoolmates, a pervert after my own heart. He told me about that cat's
tongue pressure point Cologne used on you to lock you in your cursed
form. I recently got to thinking about it. The pressure points I hit
make a change to the way your nerves react to water temperature. From
now on, you'll only change into a girl if you're splashed with ice
water."
Ranma looked down at the ice cubes which had fallen on the seat
beside her when she dumped her own glass over her head.
Happosai continued. "When I took my glass into the restroom with me,
I refilled it with ordinary cold water from the tap. It wasn't cold
enough to transform you. This should make your curse easier to handle,
since plain water like rain won't turn you into a girl any longer.
You'll still need hot water to change back to a boy."
Ranma picked up the cup into which she had not yet dunked her tea
bag. She poured the steaming water over herself, wincing as she was
scalded. Her body changed back to male once more.
"Wow," Ranma breathed. Gazing at Happosai, he stammered, "I don't ...
I still ... I just ..." He took a deep breath, then went on more
rationally. "I still hate you for making me weak, and all the things you
did to me. But ... thanks."
"Like I said," Happosai told him, "I figured it was in the best
interests of my school's future. Just remember where those points are. I
have no idea of any reason why the effect should wear off, but you'll
want to know how to fix it if it ever should."
Ranma nodded, still a bit spaced out over all of the implications.
Being able to walk with Akane in the rain. Being able to go swimming as
a guy. Not turning into a girl at the public baths. And on and on.
When the waitress returned with their food, Happosai insisted on
paying up front. He pulled out a thick wad of bills, riveting her
attention. Peeling off a few, he handed them to her and said, "Go ahead
and keep the change as a tip, Cutie."
She batted her eyelashes and bowed low, showing an extra amount of
cleavage. "Thank you, honored customer."
Ranma tried to ignore the old pervert's behavior. They concentrated
on their food for a time, before Happosai started talking to Ranma about
the young man's plans to reopen the dojo eventually. It came as no
surprise to Happosai that the boy planned to do so despite previous
statements about refusing to marry Tendo's daughter. In fact, as they
discussed the matter, Ranma unknowingly let hints drop that he might not
be quite so opposed to the notion of such a marriage as he had
previously claimed.
Swallowing a mouthful and putting down his chopsticks, Happosai said,
"I know you think I'm an old fool, but I'm going to give you some good
advice anyway. Now, I never tried to open a dojo myself, and in any case
things have changed since I was young. But I really would like you to
make a success of the dojo, to have the Anything Goes style passed on to
more than one or two people. But the way things are these days, that
means you should see about doing some college work, getting certified as
a phys ed teacher. Which also means getting yourself back in school and
making an effort to get better grades."
Ranma made a face. "Can't really see myself as the college type."
Happosai waved an arm at the waitress. "Over here honey. Give an old
man a refill, would you?"
He turned back to Ranma. "Let me sweeten the deal. I told you I've
got more money put by than you know. I'm talking a couple of hundred
million yen." The waitress sloshed some drink on the table and
apologized profusely while wiping it up. "Don't worry about it
cutie-pie," he told her, watching with a smile as she carried away the
wet rag she'd used.
"The point I was going to make," he said to Ranma, "is that I'll have
my will put half that money in a trust fund. For the dojo. The other
half will go to whatever girl brightens my final years. That'll give you
access to plenty of startup money when you reopen the dojo, but I'll set
it up so you only get the money if you get a degree in phys
ed."
"You serious?" Ranma asked incredulously.
Happosai nodded. "How many times I have to tell you? I'd like to see
my school survive me, and you're my heir. You've got two more years of
high school, and then college. By the time you're out and ready to get
down to business, I'll likely have shuffled off this mortal coil. Which
means the money will be sitting there ready for you to use. So - is it a
deal?"
Ranma didn't take long to think about it. That kind of money could
make a big difference in getting the dojo off to a good start right at
the beginning. "I can try. You mind if I tell Akane? She could probably
help me get my grades up."
"I'd actually prefer you tell her," the old man said. "So go right
ahead. And maybe you could hang my picture on the wall, and have all the
students bow to it at the beginning of each class, especially the female
students, and ..."
"Don't get carried away," Ranma interrupted. Then relented. "Maybe a
little picture. So long as you're safely dead. And no bowing."
The waitress came back over. "Is there anything more I can get you
gentlemen? Dessert? Tea?" She licked her lip with the tip of her tongue,
looking straight at Happosai. "Anything?"
Ranma looked queasy. Happosai smiled at her and answered, "Only
another glass of ice water, if you would my dear." She gave him a warm
smile of her own and left to carry out this task.
Ranma had not missed the implication of the request. "Aw, man. You go
and half cure me and now you expect me to turn myself into a girl?"
"Of course," Happosai said nonchalantly. "After all, you still have
your after lunch duty to perform." Ranma shuddered in response.
When the waitress put the glass of water down on the table she also
slipped a piece of paper into Happosai's pocket. "Why don't you give me
a call sometime, sugar?" she told him before sauntering away with a
definite sway in her hips.
Happosai raised his eyebrows cheerfully in Ranma's direction. "I'm
going to the restroom, m'boy. For real this time. I expect to find a
pretty redhead waiting here for me when I get back." He stood up and
walked off.
Ranma sighed in distaste. Before transforming, he got up and found
the waitress. She looked at him quizzically as he approached.
Ranma put on his most serious save-the-damsel-in-distress expression.
"Look, I thought I ought to warn you. You got no idea what that old
man's like. Yeah, maybe he's got a lot of money, but he's a huge,
huge pervert. Probably the biggest in the world. Believe me, you
don't wanna get involved with him."
The waitress, less than half a decade older than Ranma, looked the
boy up and down, then shook her head. "What makes you think I care? So
what if he's a pervert? Just so long as he's rich. I'm stuck here in a
dead end job, getting pinched and groped and hit on by jackasses all day
long. I got no money, I share a tiny apartment with two other girls, and
my looks aren't going to last forever. It might not come to anything,
but maybe I got a shot at living easy. So don't you get all holier than
thou, and don't try to tell me what's right for me. You're not my dad,
and I don't need your advice."
Ranma opened his mouth, then closed it, as he realized nothing he
could say was going to make a difference. So he shrugged and went back
to the table. Once there he sat and looked at the glass of water, ice
floating in it, droplets condensing on the side. With incredible
reluctance he lifted it up and poured. A red-haired girl once more, she
set the empty glass down on the table and waited.
After leaving the restaurant they made their way across town. They
were almost out of the town when Happosai stopped and said with a grin,
"This should be perfect."
Ranma looked and saw a greenhouse. With a sigh she followed the
martial arts master over and watched as he picked the lock, letting the
two of them inside. It was filled with flowers of all sorts, growing in
long trays, the air thick with their perfume. It was also hot and humid,
and they both shucked their coats immediately. No one else was present,
and they made their way to the middle of the building, where they were
not visible through any of the walls.
"This is the perfect garden spot for our little tryst," the aged
pervert said happily. "Get yourself out of those clothes, pupil."
Resigned by habit to these interludes, Ranma wordlessly slipped out
of her clothes. It was perhaps the slightest bit more difficult after
being allowed to think she was cured, or almost cured, of her gender
changing curse, but the familiar feeling of helplessness overruled such
emotions. Ranma dropped to her knees, facing the shaft standing up from
its nest of white hairs.
When she was done Ranma wiped her mouth, trying not to gag. Her
problem was less the taste than it was the thought of the withered old
geezer she had just blown. Having got that out of the way until after
dinner, she drearily pulled her clothes back on.
"I've got something to show you," Happosai announced.
Ranma turned around, showing little enthusiasm. The old man was fully
dressed and marched right up to her. He reached around behind, and
touched a spot on Ranma's back.
"Where is this point?" he asked Ranma.
She thought about it. "On the spine, at the intersection of the dan
and saba lines."
"Correct. You really do pick up things fast. Only fitting, I suppose,
for my heir. That's the point where you need to apply the cure for the
ultimate weakness moxibustion. You remember everything else I told you
about moxibustion, right?"
Ranma nodded, while thinking hard. He only needed one thing more. The
symbol which must be burned into the skin at that point. The symbol,
which had been drawn on the fragment of paper which had not been found,
which Happosai had said was in his possession. Once he had that, his
strength would essentially be restored.
Happosai was still speaking. "I've taught you everything now. Or at
least everything I will teach you. That's why I waited until
today to try that business about changing the trigger for your curse to
ice water. Because I knew it was almost time to say good-bye, and it
wouldn't matter to me if it was harder to turn you into a girl."
Ranma stared at him dumbfounded.
Happosai gave him a mischievous look. "The only thing left is the
symbol you need to burn on your back, the one to cure the weakness
moxibustion. Which is drawn on that piece of paper. I said I'd provide
that to you. I did say that, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did," Ranma agreed. His face changed. "If you're thinking
of backing out on that, after everything I've done ..."
"Wouldn't dream of it, m'boy," Happosai chuckled. "Just one minor
detail. What I really should have said was that I'd provide you with
its location. I don't have it on me."
So eager was he by now, that Ranma hardly cared about the
distinction. "Okay, fine! Where is it?! Tell me!"
"You remember that boy you were with? When I found you in the
mountains? The one who was showing you such a good time?"
"The one who was raping me, you mean," Ranma growled through gritted
teeth. "Ryoga Hibiki."
"Yes, him," Happosai confirmed. "That bit of paper with the symbol
you need on it? It's in his pack."
"What?!!" It was a wonder the shout didn't shatter the glass roof
above them.
Happosai smirked. "When I found the two of you in the clearing that
day, I put it in his backpack. Just to keep it safe. Except he went and
ran off with it before I knew what he was about. So all you need to do
is find him, and you've found your cure."
"What the hell did you do that for?! Why didn't you tell me?! You got
any idea what you're saying?!" Ranma shouted. "No one could find
Ryoga! He'd take a detour through Okinawa to walk down to the corner in
Tokyo! God only knows where he is!"
"Then you'd best get looking," Happosai chortled. "Don't worry.
You'll find him eventually. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna work my way
back to that restaurant for my supper, see if maybe the same waitress is
still on duty. Or if she's not, maybe give her a call. I think it's time
to start holding auditions for the girl I'm gonna settle down with. And
in case that's not hint enough, you're free. This is where we part ways.
And given the look on your face, I suppose I'd better hope we never meet
again."
"You got no idea how right you are," Ranma hissed. "If I ever
see you again ..."
Happosai waved this off. "You won't. Not by my choice anyway. Oh, and
here." He pulled out some money and dropped it on a shelf. "Not in
payment of services rendered, but just a gift to tide you over. And I
promise, I'll change my will just like I said. I wish you an interesting
life, Ranma Saotome."
With that he turned and walked away quickly. Ranma stared after his
retreating back until it vanished among the flowers. A minute later she
heard a door open and close, and realized that it really was true. She
finally was free of the old pervert. Not just now, but forever.
Hopefully.

Ranma, male again and for once not nearly so concerned about the
possibility of turning female, settled back into the comfortable seat.
It had been a bit of a hike to reach the train station, but he was used
to hiking. Now he was on a train heading south. In three hours he'd be
in Tokyo. Not long after that he'd be in Nerima. It was going to feel
really strange being home again. Assuming he let anyone know he was
home.
It hadn't taken Ranma long to decide what to do regarding Ryoga.
Finding the lost boy was obviously impossible. But Ranma was absolutely
certain that, sooner or later, Ryoga would show up at the Tendo home.
Sniffing around Akane, no doubt. Well, let him. As soon as he showed up,
Ranma would have the bit of paper he needed. Then nothing, absolutely
nothing, was going to prevent him from getting his strength back.
Yes sir, before he knew it, everything was going to be back the way it
should be.

Note from H. Saotome, 2009-07-07:

For anyone who fears I'm trying to remove female-Ranma from the story,
what with this partial sort-of cure, all I can say is, be patient my
children. But it really does work the way Happosai said. The old man
didn't screw up.
For U.S. readers, 20,000 yen is about US$210, and 500 yen is about
US$5.25. At current exchange rates.
To head off any reader suggestions that Yamada might or should make
Akane prostitute herself more frequently, he's not really doing it to
make money. Once per month is often enough to feed his perverted
pleasures, and keeping it to a handful of personally vetted colleagues
at his office allows him to maintain maximum control and minimum chance
of coming to the notice of the police.
To John Olsen. Yes, the pressure point techniques will keep Ranma
from being entirely defenseless. How much it will help you'll see later.
As you'll guess after reading the above, that's not how he'll regain his
strength.
Note, 2009-07-10:
Minor correction, changed "hunt" to "hot".
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