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Erotic Nerima Encounters	By : hsaotome Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 35793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 7
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Erotic Nerima Encounters
by H. Saotome
MF, Spank, Anal, Oral, Exhib, MC.
Chapter 8. Nabiki Reversed
Ranma knelt beside Shampoo in the Nekohanten, sweating and nervous in his formal attire. It was supposed to be easy. For some reason Shampoo had stopped pursuing him, instead expressing disgust and even hatred toward him. His ego could not handle this. In order to set the world right again, and restore Shampoo's devotion toward him, all he had to do was to tell her that he loved her. Then she would say it back, he could take a deep breath, and he could forget that all of this had happened.
For the third time he tried. "Shampoo. I'm only going to say this once. I ... I lo-... I lo-... Um. I-I-I er ..."
"I love you!"
Ranma stared at the girl who had popped up in front of him. Akane. Beaming at him with her eyes shining in a way he had never seen. Her face absolutely glowing. A smile on her lips which pierced his heart with its beauty. And to his shock she was saying ...
"I love you so much!"
Of course his shock was as nothing compared to Shampoo's, from where she was sitting now behind Akane. The purple-haired Amazon's mouth was comically agape.
All around them students of Furinkan High School jumped out, appearing from their hiding places under the tables. Corks popped out of champagne bottles. A multitude of voices cried simultaneously, "Congratulations!"
And if those students had been expecting to congratulate Ranma for saying those words to Shampoo, instead of Akane saying them to Ranma, well ... they'd been waiting under those tables for over an hour already.
Ranma looked around himself in bewilderment, wondering what was going on. He realized that all of these classmates had just heard Akane publicly declaring her love for him. He swallowed heavily, realizing how narrow an escape he'd just had. If he'd managed to say what he intended, then all of these people would have heard him proclaiming a love for Shampoo, a claim he had intended to keep very private and secret, since he was only doing so to restore the status quo.
At the same time Akane was also looking around, except she was still smiling. "Oh, you all heard me?! I'm so happy!" She pressed her head against Ranma's chest under his chin.
Shampoo's shock now metamorphosed into a scowl. She shouted, "No! Shampoo love Ranma! I mean ... oops." She buried her face in her hands, realizing how she'd just screwed up. It was Ranma who was supposed to admit his love for her. Now that she had said the words, there was no way that he would do so himself.
Off to the side the surprised Cologne finally realized what had happened. She could see the Reversal Jewel on the front of the Tendo girl's uniform, in the right-side up position, allowing her buried love for Ranma to shine forth in abundance. Mousse must have had the jewel somewhere on his person, and put it on the girl in order to disrupt their plans.
The old woman sighed. Yet another good idea ruined. Sometimes she despaired that she would ever get the son-in-law back to China and married to her great-granddaughter. Well, she might as well retrieve the jewel. She hopped toward the couple.
Except that Akane chose that moment to stand, pulling Ranma to his feet as well. "Come on, Ranma," she said to him enthusiastically. "This is nice and all, but there are much better things we could be doing right now!" With that she dragged him out the door, the jewel still attached to her uniform.
Cologne made to follow them, but at that moment was glomped by a sobbing Shampoo. "Great-grandmother!" the girl wept. "Shampoo fail! Airen no say he love Shampoo!"
Cologne tried to comfort the poor girl, while watching the other two teenagers disappear down the street. Well, a few more declarations of love from Akane to Ranma wouldn't make that much difference, given how clueless the boy was. She could wait a couple of hours to go and recover the jewel. Best see to Shampoo first.
Akane pulled Ranma into the Tendo home, straight up the stairs, and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind them, then spun around, threw her arms around her fiance, and gave him a passionate kiss. This succeeded in frying his brain so thoroughly, that he simply stood there staring blankly as Akane began tugging off her school uniform.
Akane had only pulled off her jumper when she looked over and noticed the foolish boy was merely standing there, doing nothing. With a huff she went over and tugged off his jacket, then undid his slacks. Sitting him down on the bed, she pulled off the pants and then his boxers. Whatever was going on in his conscious mind, it obviously wasn't affecting his subconscious as his cock was standing proud and mighty, waiting for action.
The girl licked her lips, staring at the rigid male member. The jewel attached to the front of her shirt was practically glowing, and she couldn't wait to get that thing inside of her in order to fully express her love for the goofball. Disdaining to waste time on the removal of any more clothing, she tore the panties off of her hips, shoved Ranma down onto his back on the bed, then climbed onto the bed herself, straddling him.
Her juices were already flowing like a river. Akane reached beneath herself to grab hold of the stiff pole, positioned it at her opening, then spread her knees and dropped, impaling herself. There was a moment of intense pain as the useless barrier was torn away, but this was soon swept away by the overpowering feelings of love and pleasure which filled her. She began bouncing up and down eagerly, enthralled with how full a cock in her pussy could make her feel.
When his staff was enshrined in that tight, moist holy land, Ranma finally woke up. Except he was certain he was not awake, that he must be hallucinating. After all, there could be no other possible explanation why Akane would be fucking him. She was riding him like a wild cowgirl, and that was just so very not-Akane. But it was a wonderful dream, or hallucination, or whatever, so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
After several minutes Akane let out a loud yell while bucking up and down at high speed, her pussy clenching and unclenching with the waves of climax rolling through her. This proved too much for Ranma and he thrust upward, filling her insides with thick cream, keeping his back arched for several long seconds before dropping back to the bed.
Except his dick remained hard, and Akane was still fully seated atop it. With a grin she started slowly moving up and down again, figuring there was no reason to let a good hard on go to waste. Ranma was a bit unsure about this at first, but after she slid up and down his pole a couple of times it started feeling pretty good again, so he was more than willing to go along.
Akane decided the rest of her clothes had to go though. She unbuttoned her shirt, undid the front clasp of her bra, and pulled them off of her arms at the same time. She tossed them out to the side, where they landed near the door.
At that moment, Akane's eyes opened wide. She looked down in shock. What the hell was she doing! She ... she and Ranma ... were ... doing it! They were having sex! How did that happen?
Akane probably would have screamed and pummeled her new lover, except that it felt far too damned gloriously great! She hadn't even stopped moving up and down, and those movements were sending flashes of ecstasy along her nerves and straight to the pleasure centers of her brain. Through something like a fog she realized that she was the one on top of Ranma, and was thus the one exercising control over the situation, rather than the jerk below her. And besides, if she stood up then the jerk's cock would be pulled out of her, and there was no way she was letting that happen given how fabulous it was making her feel.
She could beat him up later for doing this. Right now there was fucking to do.
Everyone else had been out of the house when Akane and Ranma arrived home. Nabiki had naturally been over at the Nekohanten, waiting to collect on bets regarding Ranma's expected declaration of love. She had followed the two home, though rather more slowly, while trying to figure out what had gotten into her sister Akane. Nabiki was well aware that her sister loved the jock, but never expected to hear her admit it. Not any time soon at least.
She pulled off her shoes upon entering, then headed up to her bedroom. Wherever her sister and Ranma were, Nabiki had no interest in being there, not if they were engaging in any more sugary romance talk. She walked into her bedroom and was changing into normal after school attire when she heard a yell next door. A yell, from Akane's bedroom, which had a distinctly animal sound to it.
Unhurriedly, Nabiki finished dressing, then picked up her camera. Stepping down the hall, she quietly eased open the door to Akane's room. Then she stared, flabbergasted, watching Ranma's cock slide in and out of her sister as Akane moved up and down like a piston atop him. It took her several seconds to remember the camera in her hand, and she almost forgot to turn off the flash before taking several photographs.
Damn, but she was going to make a mint of money selling these pictures!
At that point Nabiki saw the jewel attached to the front of Akane's shirt, which was crumpled up on the floor in front of the door. Habitually inclined to borrow her sister's things, Nabiki picked the shirt up off the floor and detached the jewel. Admiring the pretty ornament for a moment, she attached it to the bottom of the necklace hanging around her neck. The diamonds inlaid in the jade surface made an arc curving downward at the bottom.
It was only her bad luck that this was the reversed position of the Reversal Jewel, causing one's natural inclinations in love and romance to be turned upside down.
Shoichi Nakamura opened his front door, only to find to his surprise that the one who had knocked was Nabiki Tendo. A pretty hot looking Nabiki Tendo, in a short skirt and a blouse open to show some sort of green jewelry on a necklace nestled within her delectable cleavage. A pity she hadn't dressed like this for their date last night. Speaking of which ... why was she back so soon?
"Hello Tendo-san," he essayed carefully. "What may I do for you?"
Nabiki stepped forward, placing herself firmly inside his personal space. She looked up into his eyes and said, "I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you last night. You bought me flowers and a gift, and paid for my dinner and the tickets to the play, and ... all I gave you in return was to let you kiss me on the cheek. I realized today that wasn't fair at all." She reached out a finger and ran it down the bare skin of his arm.
Shoichi was temporarily speechless. When he had given her a look of betrayal at the end of their date last night, after spending so much upon her, she had explained the facts of life to him in clear and unmistakable sentences. It was the natural order of things for boys to spend money on her in exchange for being graced with her presence, but her affections were most definitely not for sale. Yet now she seemed to be suggesting ...
He cleared his throat. "Umm, so you're here to ...?" He trailed off, wondering if she would complete the statement.
"To make your dreams come true," she declared throatily. The palm of her hand on his chest pushed him further inside, and she followed him, closing the door behind herself. "So where's your room, Nakamura-kun?"
He coughed and nodded toward the hallway behind him, unable to speak.
"Well, come on," she said. "Unless you're planning to stay out here while I'm in your room."
He stumbled after her very quickly at that, barely remembering to close his bedroom door as he entered. Without warning, he suddenly found his arms full of teenage girl, her lips pressed firmly to his, her tongue dancing inside his mouth. After several seconds he recovered from his shock sufficiently to respond in kind.
The kiss didn't last very long before she pulled back, much to his disappointment. However, the disappointment was even more brief, as Nabiki's fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her blouse and the zipper of her skirt. Both garments were shrugged off simultaneously. As her hands reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, she looked at him questioningly and raised an eyebrow.
Shoichi jumped into action, nearly tearing his own clothing from his body. When Nabiki stepped out of her red silk panties, he was in the process of pulling down his pants and boxer shorts together. Nabiki pressed her naked body to his and kissed him again, just as passionately as before.
"Now," the young woman said huskily, "let me show you just how much I enjoyed our date last night." Holding his hand, she pulled him toward the bed.
Nabiki remembered what she had seen in her sister's bedroom and considered placing Shoichi on the bed and climbing atop him. However, in her current state of mind she did not feel that she should be in control of the situation, beyond making her intentions clear - regardless of whether Shoichi might claim that she was the one in control. So she lay down on the bed with her legs spread apart, and maneuvered him to kneel between them.
For his part Shoichi could not believe this was happening despite the evidence of his eyes. Fortunately, his instincts were more than willing to overrule his intellect for this occasion. He lowered himself to one elbow and used the other hand to grasp his rock hard prick, then fumbled around trying to find slot A where he should put his tab B. Finally Nabiki reached down with her own hand and gave him some additional guidance.
The correct location found at last, Shoichi pushed forward, achieving only minimal penetration. Below him Nabiki grunted, while closing her eyes and biting her lip. Another push and his prick jumped forward a short distance, accompanied by a louder "ow" sound from his partner below, and a trickle of a tear from one eye. Setting himself to the effort, he continued to shove further in by small degrees, each shove being accompanied by another tear and a whimper of pain from Nabiki. Yet at no point did she ask him to stop, pause or even to slow down or be more gentle.
At long last he decided that he was fully inside of her. Seeing no reason to stop now, he began an immediate withdrawal, and as soon as the head of his dick was in danger of emerging he reversed course and pushed himself back in. After a couple of repetitions things became easier, and he began to pump himself within her more rapidly.
Nabiki was still biting her lip against the pain of her first penetration, and rotating her hips slightly as she sought a position which might ease the discomfort. She thought that perhaps the pain was beginning to taper off when Shoichi suddenly stiffened atop of her. There might have been a sensation of warmth within her, but then he unexpectedly pulled himself out entirely. With a groan he fell over, collapsing to the bed beside her.
"That's it?" she asked, trying to suppress a note of incredulity. While Nabiki was admittedly no expert, her sister Akane certainly had seemed to be having a great deal more fun than this, based on her earlier observation.
"Yeah, you were great!" Shoichi mumbled, an arm over his eyes.
Nabiki gazed down at his limp dick. It was quite unprepossessing now, wrinkled and soft. A little fluid oozed from the tip, and there were streaks of blood along its side.
With a sigh Nabiki climbed to her feet, wincing at the pain between her legs. There was a hand sized red stain on the bed sheet, and more blood on her thighs. She picked up the T-shirt Shoichi had discarded and used it to wipe off her legs and the juncture between them, tossing the rag aside when she was done. She did a few quick martial arts exercises to help with the soreness - their father had insisted on at least minimal training for all of them, after all - and then got dressed.
"Well, um, guess I'll be going," she said awkwardly.
He lifted an arm and waved it around vaguely in her direction. Then, seeming to come to his senses a little, he lifted himself on one arm and said, "Hey! I'll call you again. Soon. Let's have another date. Real soon. Okay?"
"Maybe. Call me." Nabiki swept out the door, and out of the house.
Nabiki sighed again as she walked down the street. After all the hype she'd heard for years about how great sex was, the reality didn't seem to measure up at all. Still, was that any great surprise? And in any case, it didn't free her from the obligations she had accumulated. She set course for her next destination.
At the same time within the house she had just left, Shoichi had not fallen back down on the bed. Instead, continuing to think about the miracle which had just been bestowed upon him, he bounced up to his feet. Grimacing at the state of his bed and T-shirt, he paused for a moment to wonder how the hellhe was going to get away with anything less than telling the truth to his mother, then shrugged this off as momentarily unimportant. Instead he plopped down in front of his computer, canceled the screen saver, and started bragging to every guy he knew how he, Shoichi Nakamura, had just fucked Nabiki Tendo and apparently taken her virginity.
As such, when a wide-eyed Isamu Matsuoka opened his front door to find Nabiki on the doorstep, he had just finished reading what Shoichi claimed she and he had just done.
"Um, how are you today, Tendo-san," he managed to get out. He couldn't think of any reason she would be here, especially if she had really been doing, only a short time before, everything that bastard Shoichi claimed.
Nabiki gave him a brilliant smile, then said, "I want to apologize for the way I treated you on our date four nights ago. You paid for the meal and concert tickets, and bought me those souvenirs, and, well, you didn't get anything in return. Not even a hug. I realized today that this was terribly unfair of me, and that I simply must make it up to you." She took a deep breath, drawing his attention to her chest, then added. "May I please come in and make it up to you?"
Isamu blinked. Could she mean what he hoped she meant? Could she really be making the same offer to him that she made to Shoichi a little while ago? Minus getting her virginity, of course. That bastard.
"Uh, sure. Come on in." He stepped back, letting her pass him to enter, and closed the door.
"So, where's your bedroom Matsuoka-kun?" Nabiki asked with no further preliminaries.
Isamu nearly passed out, before giving himself a mental kick. Keep it together, idiot! he commanded himself. He held his arm out and upward, indicating the staircase. "Right this way," he told her, barely managing to keep a squeak out of his voice.
Now that they were working from the same script, the pair of teenagers quickly found themselves together in his room, all of their clothes discarded. Nabiki lay herself down on the bed, then held her arms upward, inviting him to lay atop her.
Instead he surprised her by sitting down by her feet, then bending down to place his face between her legs. Nabiki drew in a hissing breath at the soft touch on her flower, which she realized instantly must be his tongue. The hiss quickly changed to a moan of pleasure as the tongue swept along her slit. The moans increased in volume as Isamu proceeded to demonstrate a considerable degree of experience at this art.
Just as Nabiki thought her mind would surely explode, it did exactly that, a climax crashing through her. When she regained conscious thought, it was just in time to see Isamu poised above her. A moment later she felt herself stretching down below, a sensation which continued in an exquisite manner as he gradually pushed himself within her. As he began to pump himself slowly but firmly along her slippery passage, Nabiki sent a mental curse or two in Shoichi's direction before concentrating on the current waves of pleasure she was experiencing.
"So is this what you wanted to do for me?" Isamu asked between deep thrusts.
Nabiki nodded. "Mm-hmm!" she managed to answer while rocking her hips to meet him. She couldn't believe how good this felt, and was at a loss to understand why she'd waited so long to try it. At the moment the thought that it wasn't always this good, as shown by recent example, was very far away. She began humping even harder against the cock inside her, as the ecstasy built toward another detonation. Her ankles locked behind her lover's back to pull him in even harder.
Faster and faster they went until Nabiki screamed, crushing him in the embrace of her arms and legs. Isamu managed to slam his hips forward in a couple of small motions before he spasmed, and unloaded himself with jet after jet of hot cum, filling Nabiki to the brim.
They lay there afterward for several exhausted minutes before Isamu worked to disentangle himself, standing shakily. He stepped out the door and came back a minute later with a couple of towels, handing one to Nabiki while wiping himself off with the other. While he dressed he watched Nabiki gracefully rise to her feet and reach for her panties.
As she hooked her bra into place, she looked up with a smile. "We should go out on dates more often," she suggested huskily. "Give me a call, huh? Sometime soon."
Isamu couldn't help a cocky grin. "I'll do that," he confirmed, making plans already for the coming weekend.
As soon as he saw Nabiki out the door, he ran to the computer. In minutes he was online, and sharing all the details of what just happened. Several other guys began speculating on whether they'd be getting visits as well.
Nabiki licked her lips while looking at the boy standing in the doorway, staring at her with his arms crossed. So far he hadn't said a word, not even to greet her. "So, um, hi Ochida-kun ..." she started.
"Gotta admit," Noboru Ochida interrupted her, "I wasn't expecting to see you again after our date. You made it pretty clear you didn't owe me anything, afterward." He could guess why she might be here after the stuff Shoichi and Isamu were saying online, but saw no reason to make it any easier on her.
Nabiki looked embarrassed. "Um, yes. I do need to apologize about that. I was wrong, I admit it. If you let me, I'll make it up to you now."
Noboru said nothing but took a step backward. Nabiki slipped past and entered the house, then turned to him and said cheerfully, "So which way to your bedroom?"
He led the way around a corner and into the family room. "My parents won't be home from work for a couple of hours yet. This'll do fine."
Nabiki looked around and suppressed a grimace. She'd much prefer a bed, but needs must. Smiling again, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. As she continued removing clothing, she grew puzzled that Noboru was simply standing there, watching her.
"Um, in order for this to work, you need to get undressed as well," she suggested.
"You admitted you were in the wrong," he replied. "In my opinion, very wrong." He paused, then continued. "You want to make it up to me, and that's good. And I agree you owe me the chance to ... sample ... your more intimate delights, to turn a poetic phrase. But it's my opinion that the first thing that needs to happen to make things right, is for you to be punished." He watched her carefully for a hint that this gambit was going to pay off for him. Or else explode in his face.
"Punished?" she responded, uncertainty coloring her voice.
"Punished," he confirmed. "Put over my knee and given a spanking. Taught a lesson. That you shouldn't go around leaving guys with blue balls after they spend a fortune on you. Yes, punished."
Nabiki was certain that she ought to be feeling outraged at hearing this. However, such emotions were drowned even faster than they could arise by the magic of the Reversal Jewel, which caused her to feel an overpowering need to give to everyone she had dated everything she had previously been amused to think she had withheld from them. Under the influence of this magic she simply had to have sex with Noboru, no matter what it took to convince him.
"It seems a trifle extreme," she stated tentatively. "I mean, I'm offering to have mind-blowing sex with you ..."
"Which is what you should have done the night of our date," Noboru cut her off with manufactured conviction. "While you may owe me sex from that night, sex alone doesn't make up for the disappointment and depression you caused me that night and the next few days. The only way you can truly repay me for that is to know you've been properly punished for doing so." The boy crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping he wasn't setting himself up to make his balls even bluer right now.
Uncharacteristically, Nabiki was giving silent consideration to everything she'd just heard. She still didn't quite feel that she owed it to the guy to let him spank her. On the other hand, he made a persuasive point that she owed him more than just the sex which she should have given him that night. Then there was the fact that she was feeling a strong compulsion, a need, for that sex, that this was something she had previously laughed to herself about withholding and therefore must now somehow bring about. Yet he seemed to be suggesting that he'd refuse to get hot and sweaty with her unless she yielded to this demand to punish her.
The struggle in her conscious thoughts was merely a reflection of the struggle in her subconscious, which was far more one-sided than she could have realized. The jewel's magic commanded her subconscious to do now what she had previously refused to do in matters of romance and sex, which meant a command that she must screw this boy. Any action to achieve that end must be taken. Any intransigence which might prevent that end must be torn down. The resistance in her subconscious to such an act of submission was slowly but steadily shredded. In her conscious mind she only knew of her conclusion, If that's what it takes ...
"All right," Nabiki said quietly, "if you really feel that's necessary."
Noboru sat on the couch, and managed to keep his smirk down to a small smile. He patted his knee. "Finish taking off your clothes, then lie down here."
Nabiki sighed, and dropped the bra she was still holding, then gripped the waistband of her panties and removed those as well. She hesitated one last time, then lay down across his knees, his legs under her abdomen, her hands and feet touching the floor, and her bottom as her highest point.
A sudden slapping sound was followed by a feeling of fire flashing across her bum. Nabiki's head jerked up in shock, although she was still staring from a point of view near the floor. Another slap across her other ass cheek, and she could not suppress the short pained groan which emerged from her lips. More smacks followed, each causing her to grunt, and her eyes began to moisten. "Isn't that - aaah! - enough?" she tried to suggest.
He ignored her and continued to spank her burning bottom. The moisture in her eyes condensed into tears and slid across her cheeks. The noises her mouth were making grew louder, resembling words such as "no", "please" and "sorry." When he finally stopped, Nabiki was surprised to realize that at some point she had started kicking her feet.
"Okay," Noboru said, "I suppose you've been punished enough. You can get up."
Nabiki stood on shaky legs. Her hands found her bottom and rubbed, while she sniffled and tried to stop crying. Glancing over her shoulder, she managed to get a glimpse of her rear, and was amazed to see it was only a bit pink when she had expected it to be glowing red. She turned back to look at Noboru, and wiped at her eyes and nose with the back of one hand.
"You still want to fuck?" he asked crudely.
She nodded, her need only burning all the more fiercely. At his gesture she lay down on the couch and spread her legs, revealing the treasure between them. Only to have him correct her sharply. Embarrassed, she turned over and got up on her hands and knees. Noboru removed his clothes, then knelt behind her.
The boy spread her open with the thumb and finger of one hand, and guided his prick into her with the other hand. He slowly pressed forward, burying himself to the hilt. Nabiki moaned as he sank within her, and he grinned as his belly came in contact with her rosy and quite warm ass.
For Nabiki's part the cock filling her up felt extraordinarily good, and she was forced to admit that she was feeling much hornier than she expected. Giving in to any male was an unusual sensation, but not only had she allowed this one to spank her, she was now allowing him to mount her in the same manner as if she was no more than a dog, a bitch. She should feel disgust, but instead only felt incredibly hot. She pushed herself back to meet his thrusts as he pounded against her sore ass.
"Oh shit yes!" she found herself calling out. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
He obliged, and once more there were slapping sounds against her bottom, as his stomach slammed into her hips with each plunging motion of his manhood deep into her core. The pain of these additional spanks was entirely submerged within the ecstasy scampering along her nerves, and she felt her pleasure soaring to a glorious height.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, without conscious thought. Her pleas ended in a loud scream as she stiffened and came, her pussy gripping the invading tool in one spasm after another. Just as she was coming down from this high her partner gave one last shove within her and held himself there, as he pumped her full of cum for yet another time this day.
When he finished he sat back, pulling himself out of her, and stood up. Looking around, he picked up her panties and used them to wipe off his rapidly softening prick. He dropped the used cloth back on top of her clothes, before pulling on his own garments.
As he was fastening his pants, Nabiki spoke up from where she remained on her hands and knees, her voice sounding far away. "Are you finished? May I get up?"
"Hang on a sec," he said. He snatched up a digital camera from a desk against the wall behind her. He snapped a quick photograph without flash, from the side and a little behind, then put the camera back down. "Okay, you can get up now."
Nabiki nodded, not quite sure herself why she had asked and waited for his agreement. She languidly put her clothes back on, ignoring the additional sticky dampness on her panties. When she finished, she turned toward the door before saying, "So, um, maybe I'll see you?" She wasn't entirely sure she wanted another date with him, and if so, whether she'd want him to treat her the same way.
"Maybe," he agreed with her uncertainty, and stood in place watching as she let herself out the door.
Then he grabbed up the camera and ran for the computer. He had a lot to share with the other guys, and unlike Shoichi and Isamu, his description of events would be illustrated. With a photo in which, among the pink blotches, a couple of handprints were clearly visible on the ice queen's ass.
Nabiki was a little surprised when Arata Hatayama, just like Noboru, insisted that she needed to be spanked. However, with the jewel's magic pushing, and her resistance already having crumbled once before, she gave in quickly. At least Arata didn't spank her any harder, although it was more painful since her rear was still sore from the previous spanking.
Again, as with Noboru, Arata insisted on screwing her from behind with Nabiki on her hands and knees, the only real difference being that they did so a little more comfortably on the bed in his bedroom. Also just like before, she didn't object to what she felt was a slightly degrading position, primarily because she was so very horny. In fact, she had an equally powerful orgasm this time. And so she decided to continue following the same script and waited for a bit after he got off the bed to ask, "May I get up now?"
Then the script changed. Arata said, "No. You haven't finished making up for the night of our date yet. You got me incredibly horny that night, and if things had gone the way they should have, we'd have made love more than once before I took you home."
Nabiki processed this, with the jewel telling her she had to make good on what she had withheld before. "You mean, I have to let you have sex with me a second time, right now?"
"Sort of," he told her cryptically. "But first, you have to help me get hard again." He stepped beside the bed near her head.
"How?" Nabiki asked innocently.
"With your mouth," he declared, as if this should have been obvious. "You have to suck on my cock."
She looked up at his face before looking back down at his mostly limp dick. "You're saying I need to give you a blowjob? That's what else I have to do?"
"Not exactly," he explained without really explaining. "You're not going to finish me off that way. Just suck enough to get me hard again. Then we'll do ... what else needs doing."
Nabiki was a bit unsure, but the pressure from within was sufficient to convince her. She moved over and took his cock within her mouth, grimacing a bit at the mixture of fluids coating it. She closed her lips firmly and applied suction. Acting on some instinct, she pressed her tongue along his cock, then started sliding her mouth up and down along it.
It only took a few seconds of this before it was once more as hard as iron.
"Good enough," he gasped, pulling himself out forcefully. "Now just stay like that. Or maybe ... lower yourself a bit."
Nabiki didn't understand, but did as asked. Arata picked up the lotion he sometimes used while jacking off, and quickly spread a copious amount along his shaft. He knelt behind Nabiki, but did not touch her in any way which might telegraph his intentions. He held onto her waist with one hand, while using the other hand to carefully position himself.
Then he pushed forward quickly. For a brief moment, Nabiki didn't understand where he was pressing. Then her sphincter gave way, and the head of Arata's cock popped inside her ass. Nabiki shrieked and tried to pull away, but his other hand had come around and the boy had a firm grip on her waist to hold her in place.
"That's my ass!" she cried out. "You're in the wrong hole!"
"Nope," he replied, "I'm exactly where I mean to be." He pushed several more centimeters inside, making it that much harder for her to dislodge him.
"I didn't say you could fuck my ass!" she shouted, wriggling around but unable to escape.
"You didn't say I couldn't," he told her. "And as far as I'm concerned, this is what you owe me." That part was a lie, but he stated it with no sense of shame.
"Take it out!" she begged.
"No," Arata answered simply. He pushed more of himself inside, until nearly his entire rod was planted in her rear entrance. Then he stopped and held himself still, ignoring further pleas without response.
Nabiki finally gave up on asking him to stop and take it out, realizing that she was wasting her breath. At least he was no longer moving, which gave her a chance to adjust to the extremely wrong intrusion. In fact, the longer they stayed like this, the more the odd sensation turned into something not so very unlike pleasure. As her ass muscles involuntarily clenched and unclenched, these sensations increased.
After several minutes Nabiki found herself moving her butt a short distance along the staff on which she was spitted. Try though she might to prevent it, a small moan escaped her lips. At this point Arata began moving again. His movements were at first tiny and slow, but he gradually began to pick up the pace.
Nabiki failed to notice that she was making no protest about these further actions.
As Arata proceeded to screw her ass slowly but in earnest, Nabiki lost herself entirely to the feelings which she was now forced to describe as pleasurable. In fact, she started giving small pushes with her own hips to meet the incoming thrusts.
Arata leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Do you like having me fuck your ass?"
Nabiki did not answered, but moaned a small "mmm."
"Was that a yes?" he asked just as quietly.
"Yes, damn you!" she whispered back, but refused to say any more.
Not that any words were necessary. A couple of minutes later when Arata erupted and filled her bowels, Nabiki climaxed also, strongly and very, very vocally. When the boy pulled his cock out of her rear, she collapsed on the bed, shaking uncontrollably. She noticed nothing as he, inspired by Noboru's messages, pulled out his own digital camera and got a couple of pictures of his cum leaking out of her cunt and rosebud.
"Here," Arata said a little later, tossing her a damp towel.
Nabiki didn't say a single additional word as she cleaned herself up, got dressed, and left. Mainly because she hadn't the least idea what she wanted to say. She was not at all happy that this jerk had done something like that to her without permission. At the same time she couldn't deny how good it had felt, that she might have given him permission if she'd had any idea what it would have been like, and that permission would not have been forthcoming if he had asked. And since she couldn't think of any way of learning whether any other boy might want to do that, if she ever decided she wanted to do it again, she just might have to accept another date with Arata to do so. It was all very confusing, and she silently walked down the street toward her next destination.
And in the meantime Arata was telling everyone about everything he'd just done with Nabiki. With the inclusion of uploaded copies of the photographs.
When she knocked on the next door, Nabiki reflected that she would probably need to call it quits after this boy. For today. Heaven only knew how many days it would take her to make up for her longstanding frigidness, to all of the other boys she'd dated in the past.
She looked down and admired the jewel attached to her necklace. She was quite taken with it, and hoped Akane wouldn't think to ask for it back too soon. Thankfully none of the boys seemed to mind letting her wear it while they fucked. She looked back up and smiled as the door opened, ...
The scene in this chapter is based on the story arc about the reversal jewel in VIZ translation volume 20, chapters 7 to 10, and most specifically chapter 10. Alternatively, this was volume 22 chapter 10 in the original Japanese volumes, or chapter 233 out of 407 in the overall chapter count. In canon, it was pretty much as depicted at the beginning, except that Cologne managed to take the jewel off of Akane shortly after she noticed it. Akane forgot why she was at the Nekohanten, Ranma said something about Akane loving him so much, and she punched him through the ceiling.
I thought of including a couple of more boys, who would insist that Nabiki let first a brother, and then friends of a boy, screw her as well. Which she would give in and do thanks to the jewel's compulsion to do what was necessary to have sex with the primary boy. Plus there would be an increase from photographs to filming by the latter boy while she's screwing his friends (or all of them simultaneously). However, then I decided that this "scene" had already gone on long enough to make the point sufficiently complete, and that such additions wouldn't add enough to justify putting them in. So I'm stopping here, but feel free to imagine what happens with yet other boys.
Of course, Cologne would eventually recover the jewel. And Nabiki would not remember anything she did while wearing it. Except there would be plenty of talk around school, plus photographic and film evidence.
Note from H. Saotome, 2016-08-04: Added chapter.
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