The Proposal

Mousse

After we had buried my sister Shampoo was so good to me, she helped me through my grief. I fell even more in love with her than before if possible. I knew in my heart of hearts that she didn’t love me back, but refused to accept that. So on the anniversary of the day that we met, I took her to the tree I’d carved our initials into and got down on one knee and proposed to her. I’d saved every penny of the tips that I’d earned at the Neko Hanten to buy the ring for her. It wasn’t the sort of ring that she deserved, it should have been larger then Nabiki’s, but it was from the heart and was the prettiest ring in the world to me because it was destined for her. She didn’t start crying with joy and sobbing a heartfelt “yes” like in my fantasies. Instead she looked at me, then at the ring and then said “okay” in the tone so resigned and it almost broke my heart. However I was too happy at the time to notice her lack of enthusiasm.

We got married in a style befitting the future leader, she looked so beautiful in her bridal robes that I almost forgot to give her wedding ring that I’d bought her, Cologne had to remind me rather harshly in the middle of the ceremony. Although it wasn’t part of the ceremony, I kissed her. I’d always dreamed about kissing her at our wedding so it was a dream come true. Her lips were so soft beneath mine, it intoxicated me. I could feel my heart swell with love. She was mine!

I’d bought lube for the wedding night to make it easier for her. I thought that Nabiki had been kidding when she said I was well endowed, until she brought me a book that explained what the average size for a male was and we measured me. The gods really blessed me is all I’m going to say! They must have really loved me.

Shampoo

I waited inside our bridal hut, I was nervous and wore only sheer white lingerie that I bought for Ranma, but didn’t tell Mousse this. I told myself that it was a good thing to marry Mousse, he loves me like no one else does, he’s sweet and kind and he’s a strong warrior. I tell myself that our children will be beautiful because, despite his faults, he’s really good looking. I try to talk myself into loving him, but it doesn’t work. I love Ranma and not Mousse. Mousse deserves my love and has been nothing but wonderful to me, but I don’t love him and know I never will. So I care for him as a friend and that shall have to be enough. He entered the hut. I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I don’t want my first time to be with him. I don’t want to make love with him at all, he’s the wrong man!

He sits beside me and takes my hands. His expression is so loving and I know that he’ll be gentle with me. He senses my nervousness and does nothing but hold my hands until he leans down and kisses me. It was soft and he tastes of wild honey and restrained desire. I go cold inside as I prepare myself for what’s coming next. He strokes my hair and back, I sigh at the soft caresses. He’s trying to relax me. I just want it over with, but he has other ideas. He strips me so slowly and caresses each part of me, like he’s unwrapping a priceless gift. He keeps whispering words of love and devotion. His hands caressed my breasts and his lips suckled me, while his tongue teased me, I could feel myself becoming wet with desire. Then he moved lower and introduced me to the wonders of oral sex, I cried out as he toyed with my clit and pumped his slim fingers inside my virginal sheath until I came for fifteen long seconds. Then he took out a bottle and worked cold slippery lube inside me and coated himself. I stared nervously at his manhood and wondered how it was going to fit in me. It looked the size of a log! He lined himself up with me and I guess tried to gentle, but it hurt so much when he broke my hymen. He kissed me and held himself still and then started to move in me so, so slowly until he was able to move easily within my tightness, each stroke seemed to hit a pleasurable place in me. I cried out when waves of pleasure buffeted me until I came with the force of a tidal wave! I started grinding myself back against him offering him all of myself, wanting him inside me as deeply as possible. I slipped seamlessly from orgasm to orgasm until a practically powerful one caused him to paint my cervix. This triggered a final one in me and I silently screamed Ranma’s name in my head. It should have been him not Mousse!

After that night I became addicted to having sex with my husband, I wouldn’t ever love him, but at least we had this.

Mousse

I was exhausted after a long day at the office and looked forward to doing nothing else but going home to my family and eating dinner. I’d taken Nabiki’s advice and returned to school to finish my high school education and took many correspondence courses as I could to graduate early. She’d helped me realize the importance of getting a higher education. Now that I had a family, I wanted to have other career options besides househusband, farmer or busboy and occasional waiter. Shampoo thought I was nuts but hadn’t tried to stop me. Once I got my high school diploma, I realized that couldn’t go to university because I didn’t have any money. I was about to give up, when a surprise came in the mail. It was full scholarship to Tokyo University, I’d had never applied for this. It seemed that Nabiki hadn’t forgotten about me and was still pulling strings to aid me because it was granted through Kuno Enterprises. I certainly didn’t think that Kuno himself had anything to do with it, he knew me as Mousse, not Mu Tzu as was my actual name.

So we moved to Kashiwa, Japan and rented a cramped two bedroom apartment close to campus that we paid for with my scholarship money and an allowance that Cologne bestowed upon her great-granddaughter to help us out. She still didn’t like me, but seemed to approve of my getting my degree. I studied like crazy, I studied until my eyes blurred, ink stained my hands and I got carpal tunnel syndrome from the laptop that conveniently ended up being sent to me anonymously. Shampoo thought me too driven but seemed approve of this development as well. Things were rather strained between us, with her living in a strange city and not knowing anyone and my being too busy to entertain her. I foreswore all campus activities; I neither partied, drank nor did drugs. I was home every evening with my wife studying. It was in this small apartment that I learned that I was going to be a father and where our first daughter, Ming was born with Cologne in attendance. I helped with the baby and still continued to study like crazy. By the time I graduated out second daughter, Lian was born.

After graduating with a degree in political science I thought I would need to look for a job, instead one fell literally into my lap. It was a high paying government position that I was more then qualified for, but shouldn’t go to a recent graduate. It seems that Nabiki was pulling strings again. I took that job immediately.

I knew it was her, it had to be, yet I didn’t thank her because I knew that it embarrassed her when she was caught doing something nice for someone without personal gain.

I got home and happily undid the braid in back of my hair and shook it loose. In order to portray a proper corporate image, I wear well tailored three piece suits in dark colours of grey, black or navy blue. I know that some people think I look over the top with my vests and french cuffs, but I like the severity of the look and think I makes me look older. I gel my bangs back and braid my hair to complete to the look, I still refuse to cut it. It also make me look less androgynous, which is good. Ming met me at the door and dimpled at me, she had her mother’s hair and my eyes, and the effect is really eye catching. I hugged her and carried her inside with me. Our place is quite large; it’s a four bedroom with a sauna, pool and hot tub.

“Honey I’m home” I said.

“Shampoo so happy” she said sarcastically.

“I guess you missed me?” I replied.

“Yes miss you, like miss cancer” she said coldly.

“Speak Mandarin, you sound like a retard when you try to speak Japanese” I snapped.

“Oh Shampoo is stupid now, sorry too too smart Mousse have to have stupid wife” she snapped back and turned away, obviously hurt.

I touched her shoulder, since moving to Hong Kong she’s been miserable and I knew that I wasn’t helping “I’m sorry, I had a long day and I didn’t mean to take it out on you” I apologized.

She turned sad eyes on me “I want to go home Mu Tzu, I hate this place and these people are rude” she said.

“And you don’t love me” I said. “You used to somewhat like me and now you almost hate me” I said. She didn’t deny it. “Going to university, getting this job and even buying this house, I did it all for you and the girls” I said in a hurt tone of voice.

“I never wanted any of this; I don’t need expensive clothes or a fancy house, nor do the girls need private school educations. All we need to do is to return to the village” she said.

“You would deny our children a proper education to take them to a backwards village where they would grow up ignorant?” I asked.

“Like their mother?” she said. “They would learn their proper place in life”

“They need to live in the real world and for that they need an education. I want more for them than to learn how to treat males like slaves and how to defend themselves against any lecher that challenges them for their hand” I said outraged.

“So you hate your own people now?” she demanded.

“No I just think its time our tribe joined the rest of the twenty first century, it’s not like we’re Mennonite or anything” I replied.

“You’ve changed Mu Tzu and not for the better. You’ve given up your identity, you don’t even wear your robe anymore” she said in exasperation. “We hardly even get to see you anymore, you’re always away on so-called business trips or hanging out at the office with that gaijin bitch you call a personal assistant, who’s panties get wet when you’re around” she said.

“April IS nothing more then my personal assistant and ours is a business relationship. I’ve never cheated on you and never will. I told you when I took this job that it would involve travel and long hours. I can’t help it. It’s not like you miss me, expect for my cock that is. It seems to be the only part of me that you want around you” I whispered this last part in case the kids overheard.

“How dare you!” she said, raising her hand to strike me.

“Why, we both know it’s true. Did you ever even like me Xian Pu?” I asked her softly.

“Mousse….” she said.

I stood back “I thought not” I said and then turned from her so she wouldn’t see that my eyes were filling up with tears “I’ll be sleep in the guest room tonight” I said and left, I expected her to come after me, to throw her arms around me and say she did want me, but she didn’t.

I want into the nursery where Lian was; she stood up in her crib and held out her arms to me. I picked her up and hugged her, my tears falling on her sleeper. Ming joined me and asked “why does Uncle Chang always leave when you come home daddy?” I stared into her innocent eyes and realized what she meant; Shampoo was cheating on me.

Nabiki

“Oh honey” I moaned as I came and then pulled out my vibrator and stood up. I pulled my panties back on and smoothed my skirt over the thigh highs that I like to wear. They make my long legs look great and bare the sexy bit of skin over the lace tops. I took my jackrabbit vibrator and washed it thoroughly with dish soap, then dried it and put it back into my sex suitcase with all of my other toys. I hid the suitcase in back of my closet, not wanting our maids to find it. I have a woman who buys all of my sex toys for me, that is her only job. I don’t want anyone to find out what I do in my private time.

I was now Nabiki Kuno, I’m a natural in helping my husband manage his business ventures and generally keep his life of track. I make suggestions about where to expand; I let him know where he’s losing money and where to invest it. I know every penny coming in and going out. I pick out his clothes for him; I plan his parties for him. I am the perfect wife for a man of his standing and he knows it. But he doesn’t want me.

I’d always craved expensive cars, clothes and jewelry and now I have them. My shoes and hair cuts cost more then a small family usually makes in a year. My clothes are all designer labels, I like wearing power suits that emphasis my long legs, slim waist and full breasts, and I’m considered to be a society beauty and Kuno a lucky man. I have it all, but the love of my husband and that’s all I want.

Kuno drinks a lot these days and he considers to me be a cold hearted bitch. I think that he only married me because I’m Akane’s sister, he settled. He seems to feel gyped that I wasn’t a virgin, like him on our wedding night, as if I was inferior merchandise that he paid for. He wants to know who my first was, but Mousse is my secret. Kuno would ridicule me if he knew. He considered Mousse’s martial arts form laughable and Mousse himself pathetic. It would really bother him to find out that Mousse is literally twice the man he is.

Kuno and I started out okay; I hadn’t realized what marrying him actually entailed. Kuno never dressed like a rich man, attended a snobby school nor really flashed his wealth around. We just simply knew that he was rich. It wasn’t until my picture started appearing in the papers and a society wedding was being planned that would rival a queen’s when I realized how wealthy he really was. My gown was custom designed by Vera Wang and didn’t cost me a penny. Now I look at our wedding photos and wonder if it was all a lie.

My husband goes out of his way to avoid me. He still has a thing for my sister, but it isn’t about lust anymore, it’s her fertility. The last time that we went to visit Ranma and Akane, she was pregnant with their second child. Akane’s one of those women who seem to look even more beautiful when pregnant; she glows with a mother earth quality that makes her irresistible. She had been glowing well that day in a short yellow maternity dress. She was the picture of health and of a young woman in the bloom of youth. My husband couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Afterwards he snidely told me “I married the wrong sister, even your sister Kasumi has a child, but not my wife. I guess that a baby can’t grow in an icy womb” and there was the problem, my macho stud of a husband wants child. As the male heir, he’s expect to have at least one and wanted to be a father regardless. We had tried everything we could in our four years of marriage; we’ve tried every position and every method, and then turned to medicine. We went to the top fertility clinics in the world. We tried artificial insemination and eventually in vitro, even that didn’t take. There’s nothing wrong with either one of us, other then his having a low sperm count.

As time went on, he felt embarrassed that he couldn’t produce an heir and that people were laughing at him and he started blaming me. He says it because I’m too cold and blames it on my having slept with someone else before marriage, that they must have damaged me somehow. Yet I want a child too, I cry every time that I get my period and sink into depression. That’s when I need him the most, just to hold me at least, but he withdraws from me and says that I’m inferior and a miserable wife. He gets worse when he drinks, then he can’t stand the sight of me.

I know that the man I love is still inside the hostile stranger that he has become. I watch him slip further and further away from me. He keeps on reminding me that there are tons of fertile women in the world that would love to be in my position. I don’t care about his money, I never did. I just want him! I wouldn’t care if he pumped gas for a living and we lived above his garage, he’s the only man that I’ve ever loved and I can’t bear to lose him!

I tiptoed into the living room to find him passed out on the couch and clutching an empty scotch glass. I look into his handsome face, softly take the glass from him and put a blanket over him. I stroke his face briefly and then leave.

I cast my doubts away and pull myself together. I’m Nabiki, I never lose and I never fail. All I need to get his love back is to get pregnant.