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Ryogaā€™s plan	By : PrincessLeah Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 11356 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I donā€™t own Ranma or any of the characters nor do I intend to profit From them. Iā€™m simply a fan with a demented sense of humor.

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Chapter 6

Sorry guys and gals, been working on this story for a while and had to edit it myself. Auto correct is a bitch. I know I missed some words in the previous chapters, but I’m really trying here lol. šI’ll be posting some more chapters tonight! Enjoy.

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The plane ride was uneventful and after a few layovers on the way to refuel the private jet they finally landed on a private air strip on some Bahaman island that Ranma didn’t really know the location of. Apparently it was a property Ryoga’s father owned. She hadn’t said anything to her husband before or during the flight. She was still trying to understand why she was capitulating to Ryoga’s whims....and why being submissive was turning her on so much. Or why she got a thrill when ever she saw her reflection, or when she ran her tongue over her painted lips.

   ‘I shouldn’t be like this, I’ve worn makeup before and dressed like a girl as part of a scheme to trick an opponent...But it always made me queasy to do so.’

But now the feel of her nylon covered legs and her thong clinging to her hips and ass made her feel like she was constantly aroused. Seeing herself looking cute made her head swoon and every touch from Ryoga even in passing almost had her whimpering with desire. But she had to know the one thing that’s been bothering her during this whole charade:

“Ryoga, how did your family get so wealthy when they don’t participate in the Yakuza side of things?” She asked with more than a little bit of curiosity. She never knew Ryoga was wealthy at all. His family lived in a modest house and was never at home. He didn’t go to a private school like most rich kids. He didn’t even wear expensive clothing. His normal martial arts pants and yellow tunics were cloths of a poor man.

“Ranma, we may not participate in....family dealings. However fathers branch of the family has always had the directional curse. Even I have accidentally stumbled on long lost treasures. So our family wealth is generational. Properties all over the world have been found by my family. This one was an unknown island up until 20 years ago. My father found the island and was eventually able to purchase it for a low price. We also own several financier and advisory companies. My father has always been frugal because he is always lost and having to camp and I guess I picked the habit up also.”

Ranma nodded and lowered herself into the limousine that had been waiting for them at the airstrip. Ryoga hopped in after her and shortly thereafter they were on the way to the private resort. Ranma almost gasped at the scenery as they pulled up to the ocean side villa. Sweeping archways and long stone paths led to several bungalows dotted along the beach. Ryoga led her straight to the largest building and just before they crossed the threshold he swept her up bridal style causing a loud and very embarrassing girlish squeal to escape her lips.

“You know I hate you for forcing this on me Ryoga?”

“And your point is? Look, you made my life hell, I promised I would do the same to you. So here we are married until you pop out a male heir and you get to be my personal fuck toy in the mean time. Seems fair to me sweet cheeks.”

Ranma scowled. “Just how did I make your life hell huh? I waited four days for you to get to that duel. FOUR DAYS! Before that, yeah I beat you....BEAT you to the bread. I didn’t steal it! It was everyman for themselves and you know that! I even shared with you! Hell I led you to your house every single day. And I also made sure you got to school without getting lost.”

“I didn’t force you to follow me to China. Yeah I’m partially responsible for your curse...but only partially so. Then you followed me to Furinkan, helped keep Akane and me apart and almost killed me during the whole coy rod thing. So tell me husband how I made your life hell?” Ranma said backing Ryoga to the wall with her intensity.

“I know....” was all Ryoga said at first. He took a deep breath and grabbed Ranma spinning her around and pinning her back against the wall causing a deep blush to form on her face before she looked away. Her heart was pounding and it felt like her blood was rushing through her ears.

“I used to feel like everything was your fault, I kinda still do to a point. Shampoo hooked me up with some clarity potion, made me see things clearly for the first time since your old man put a pressure point on me...”

“Wait what?” Ranma asked looking back up at him despite her flushed cheeks.

“You heard me. Right before you left with him for China he hit me with some sort of pressure point. It makes the victim susceptible to suggestion and clouds the mind. He used the same point on you and many others also. Shampoo already took care of it by giving all of you Clarity potion as well....”

“I don’t remember her doing that!” Ranma shouted angry for reasons she didn’t understand.

“Your always eating at the Neko Hanten. How hard would it be to slip some kind of potion in your soup huh? Your mother, Akane? Your father did it to make everyone hostile to you. Anyone you met on the road, Ukyo, the Seven Lucky God’s, how he pulled that off I’ll never know but he set everything up so that you would be under constant pressure.” Ryoga said gently.

“W....why? Why did my own father do that?” She asked with tears trailing down her face. Ryoga gulped. Something about seeing Ranma crying sent a pang straight to his heart. He shook his head and figured it was effects left from before the clarity potion. He always got weak around crying girls. Even when Ranma was tricking him with fake tears and he knew it was Ranma it still caused him pause. He knew she wasn’t faking though. Not this time.

   “Because your dad believed it would make you a better martial artists. That having to fight all the time would make you stronger. Really all it did was make you an asshole. That’s why I always hated you. You were always picking on me and others even if you were technically helping at the time. Those jibes and taunts didn’t help.”

“But that’s what Pops said.....I see...” Ranma couldn’t help it. She had never been allowed to cry, never allowed to show emotion. Never allowed to ask for help. She threw her arms around Ryoga and buried her head into his shoulder crying for all she was worth. She cried for the ten lonely years on the road. For her friend Ukyo and most of all for losing Akane.

“It’s...it’s all my fault...” she wailed into his chest as she gripped in him tighter. Specifically speaking, she knew her father only talked to her in taunts and jibes. She used to think that’s just how men talked to each other. But her...no Pops or father didn’t fit anymore. She knew Genma didn’t talk to Soun or any other male that way. He even showed deference for females that didn’t reflect how he told her how to act around women. Now she was realizing he was conditioning her to have certain responses. To behave a certain way.

Ryoga for his part was trying to remember why he was so mad at Ranma. Yeah the teasing and stunts he pulled over the years made him mad. But was it really all Ranma’s fault? What Ryoga didn’t realize was that even though the clarity potion had cleared up many inconsistencies in his mind, it hadn’t got to all of them. Shampoo basically already told him that the longer one was under the pressure point, the longer it would take for the clarity potion to clear. He applied that knowledge to Ranma understanding that her father had been using it on her for years. Even as far back as early childhood. But failed to think that his paltry two and a half years would take much.

He had been wrong. When his plans first started a few weeks ago his mind still wasn’t completely cleared. He didn’t even remember the suggestions which Genma had originally placed him under. He figured it wasn’t important. That he was out from under the effects. He would find out how wrong he was. When he first suggested to his uncle that he should call Ranma to call in the debt that Genma owed the Yakuza, he was still operating under the assumption that everything was Ranma’s fault. Now as the clarity potion slowly cleared his mind further, he was starting to question himself and certain motives.

   He didn’t realize that even under the pressure point Genma used that knowledge still accumulated. It was just shunted off to where half remembered dreams and aspirations resided. As the clarity potion did its job, more and more of the things he learned over the years were seeping into his knowledge. Even martial arts moves. Soon he would be faced with uncomfortable truths about himself. Ranma was also still suffering the effects of the pressure point. She had been conditioned to always look up to Genma.

To never question him, though she did learn to mistrust him some even through the conditioning effects of the pressure point. She had also been slowly conditioned to ignore anything but martial arts. Which was completely successful, she never paid attention in school, even when she knew it would be detrimental to future prospects. But Genma didn’t know that the brain absorbs all of the knowledge. Even half remembered child hood lessons and math were all equally absorbed. The pressure point had been originally used as a training aid. Only meant to be used for a week at a time at most. To help the brain process information in a subconscious way so that one truly learned something to the point where the knowledge became second nature. Almost like muscle memory.

And the clarity potion was slowly eroding the haze of her mind. 10 years of secondary knowledge was slowly becoming part of her knowledge. Complex math equations, musical instruments she had watched people playing intently. Even martial arts moved and techniques she had been agonizing over for years like Herb’s ability to fly. Everyday her knowledge was becoming greater and greater. And her brain started producing more and more neurons and synapses remapping itself to keep up. Her mental development had been stunted to that of a adolescent and even then she was considered a martial arts prodigy. As her brain grew she unknowingly was becoming more intellectual and her intelligence was growing by leaps and bounds.

Her country was of speaking with slang and course language was already fading away leaving her speech patterns decidedly more proper. Even her thought patterns were slowly shifting. And now that she was locked..... Her crying slowly subsided and she hiccuped and Ryoga ran his fingers through her hair comfortingly. She eventually pushed back and looked up at him. What she saw surprised her. Concern....no one ever was truly concerned about her. Ryoga looked into her baby blues and saw.... he dot know what he saw, just that those crystal clear blue eyes were slowly sewing him in. He leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Ranma was shocked. Did....did she want to be kissed? She moaned into the kiss and before she knew it they were on the bed tearing at each other’s clothes. First her low cut blouse, then her denim skirt. Ryoga pulled her nylons and panties down with one swift motions causing Ranma to gasp. She didn’t know why she was liking this, she shouldn’t be. But she was loving it. The way he forcefully handled her, his callused hands as the slid down her soft and smooth legs sent chills up her spine.

Ryoga kissed his way up her legs and stopped at her stomach slowly kissing her belly button. Cute. He thought simply before dipping further down and claiming her sweet spot with his mouth. He smirked as Ranma cried out and whimpered. The sounds she made drove him on as he sipped first one finger, then a second. As he started pumping Ranma came apart screeching her first orgasm of the evening. He gave her several more with his fingers and his mouth leaving her a panting mess.

Ranma couldn’t think, she could only feel the intense pleasure Ryoga was assaulting her body with. The way his tongue flicked a special spot she didn’t know she had until suddenly she knew with 100% clarity that was her clitirous he was flicking with his tongue. He slowly crawled back up her body kissing her soft painted lips. She moaned into the kiss and unconsciously spread her legs further giving him access. With a sudden jolt he was buried to the hilt making her cry out even more. Ranma was surprised at the sweet sounding cries and whimpers that were coming from her. They made her feel that much more feminine.

And she was starting to like it. Pumping faster and faster she cried out more and more until they both came to that critical point where two lovers join in the rarity of a simultaneous orgasm. Stars exploded in front of Ranma’s eyes and anything she had ever felt was suddenly eclipsed by her own earth shattering climax. The next things she knew it was morning and she was bundled up into Ryoga’s chest comfortably. Had she passed out? She must have she didn’t remember curling up into him so thoroughly.

But as her sense came back online she realized her legs were wrapped up in his in a way that she had to have done. That her arms was wrapped tightly around his torso and her head snuggled comfortably on his shoulder. She blinked and looked over at the peaceful look on....her husbands face. She had never seen him so relaxed. She supposed fucking would do that to a man...did she just think of herself as separate from men? She shook her head and slowly disentangled herself from him making her way to the restroom.

After doing her morning toilet she made her way to the kitchen wearing nothing but a short fuzzy pink robe. There had been a larger white robe but she had subconsciously picked the pink fuzzy one instead.

Ryoga was having a really good dream when he was slowly awoken by the smell and sound of sizzling bacon. He sniffed further and smelled eggs and coffee also. He stretched and realized Ranma wasn’t in bed. He shrugged and went to the en-suite restroom. After a quick shower and dressing in a pair of jeans and light t-shirt he made his way to the kitchen. He paused at the doorway and watched as Ranma fluttered around the kitchen as if she had been born to it. As he watched he slowly became enamored in a daydream.

In it Ranma was in the kitchen with a small red headed fang toothed little girl on her hip. She was humming and singing to the little girl and flipping pancakes as she twirled around her domain. “Hey hunny! I just got done fixing Shachico’s breakfast, want to join us?”

Suddenly he became aware as a pink robed red head waved her hand in front of his face snapping her fingers.

“Yo! Ryo! You in there? Hey breakfast is ready.” He shook his head and looked down at the half irritated red head. Her mussed hair and half open robe looked....cute on her. The way she subconsciously held one hand on her hip and the other pointing the dirty spatula in his face somehow made her cuter.

Ranma for her part was getting irritated. Wasn’t he awake yet? He was just staring off into space with a goofy grin on his face. Then suddenly he looked down into her eyes. Studying her. He tilted his head in a way that was....cute? Then suddenly he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen counter causing her to squeal. “Hey our me down jack ashmmmmpf.”

His lips captured hers and her hands slowly worked there way around his neck of their own volition. She didn’t realize she was tilting her head and that she was kissing him back just as hard. Her heart was racing and she felt like she could just float away. Ryoga broke the kiss and smiled at her.

“W..what dya do that for?” Ranma asked slipping back into her old way of speaking under stress.

“You were just to damn cute.” Ryoga said walking past her to the table. Ranma just sat there in the counter frozen stiff like a statue. ‘He called me cute?’ She thought blushing profusely. She still hadn’t really devoted anytime to last night. She knew she wasn’t under any commands enforced by the collar. Yet she liked being called cute. She objectively knew her cursed form was cute, enough guys had tried groping her over the years for her to know that. Not only that but how easily she scammed food in her cursed form. It was all to easy to widen her eyes and flutter her eye lashes with a cute pout to get her way with un prepared street vendors. But no one had actually ever said it as an actual compliment. And not in a non perverse way.

She shook her head and hopped down. ‘It’s just mind games Ranma, he is just trying to mess with you.’ She said scolding herself. “You gonna sit and eat with me Ranma or just stand their scowling?” Ryoga asked smirking. She stomped her foot angrily and grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon before sitting on the other side of the breakfast table.

“So....what are we doing today?” Ranma asked casually as she stuffed a large portion of eggs into her mouth.

“First new order, your going to eat properly, one bite at a time...chew...swallow. Enjoy your food. No panda here to steal your food Ranma. Second, you can go into the room and brush your hair, then dress in a bathing suit and meet me at the beach. I figured we could spend the day relaxing and swimming.” Ryoga said smiling.

“But what about your....um affliction?” She asked tiptoeing around saying pig.

“I have waterproof soap, a new type. It doesn’t wash off for three days guaranteed. And it works. It comes in scents for men and women. It also had several skin conditioners in it. They make shampoo and conditioner also. My family purchased Jusenkyo Products incorporated. Hired scientist and are currently in China studying the material of the springs.” Ryoga said off handedly.

“Wait what? Your family bough Jusenkyo products? The whole company? Damn. How are they studying the springs? Aren’t they still flooded from Jusendo?” She asked incredulously.

“They got pumped out and allowed to refill. Our company even fixed the tap.”

Ranma scowled. “You mean I could have been cured this entire time?” Ryoga shook his head. “No, the springs seem to have been reset. In other words, nothing has drowned in any of them yet. They are all blank. Not only that, the curses mix. Have you seen how Taro’s cursed form picked up tentacles when he jumped into the spring of the drowned octopus. He didn’t change cursed forms, they mixed.”

“Son of a...” Ranma was cut off.

“No cursing.”

“Hijo de puta” Ranma spat out eyes wide at the same time.

“Was that just Spanish?” Ryoga asked.

Ranma nodded and gulped. “How do I even know Spanish?” She asked wondrously.

“Clarity potion, Shampoo said that some knowledge kinda gets stored in your brain even if you don’t realize it. The potion kinda allows you to remember some of it or something.” Ryoga said half remembering his own sparse knowledge of Spanish. “Hey wait a minute! No cursing in other languages either!”

Ranma scowled. “You can’t make me into some kinda perfect little girl, I’m a person Ryoga!”

“Don’t care, you owe me. If you learn some manners along the way it’s to your benefit as well. So deal with it.” Ranma stood and stomped toward the bedroom.

“You need to wash the dishes and clean up first dear!” Ryoga said mockingly. He smirked as she slowly turned and stomped back into the dining room collecting dirty dishes.

“I hate you Hibiki.” She said shooting daggers at him.

“That wasn’t what you said last night!” Ryoga said making humping gestures with his hands and hips.

“You! Ohhhhhh....” Ranma said angrily as she stormed into the kitchen. Ryoga cringed at the sound of breaking glass and thought maybe he might have went a bit far.
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