Bittersweet Delights

Bittersweet Delights

I do not own this. This was done as a small request for a friend of mine, who has requested me to write this… so, here it is, a Ranma/Nodoka fic… beware, it deals with incest, so people with morals better turn around and go somewhere else, or otherwise enjoy the story.

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The feeling of the water made her feel calm and serene, the way that she was soaking in the water making her feel so relaxed that she didn’t care about much other then the pleasant feeling of the water against her body. Her breasts seemed to get especially sensitive after she had soaked for a while, which she liked when she put her kimono on, because it made her feel good to feel the cloth that covered her upper body, the kimono folds being enough to hide her arousal pretty much. She wasn’t a dumb woman after all, knowing a lot of the carnal delights from some of her more adventurous days, before she met Genma, the slob who she had married. There was no chance that Ranma could be his son, since the eye colours didn’t match, but Genma didn’t know that. Ranma’s real father had been a kind man, who had shown her that he loved her by having left her a ring that was his family heirloom, for her son to have. She knew that she had the ring somewhere, but she didn’t recall the exact details of where she had been putting it away for Genma not to find it and sell it for some cheap money.

He crept inside the house, looking for some sign of his mother. Despite his father’s warnings, he had gone to her house nevertheless, interested in finding out more about his mother. He knew the Umi-senken, so he was pretty sure he’d be able to sneak in, having learned how to pick locks from his father at a young age too, being prepared to become a thief to survive.

He looked inside, seeing only a small traditionally Japanese hallway, with a mat for the shoes of visitors and a separate mat for the family members. There was something that seemed a bit odd to him, that there was almost no sound of movement in the air, no whisper of sound for him to catch like he had been trained to, no breathing to be detected to alert him to the status of the inhabitants. There was nothing that would be preventing him from sneaking about, so he snuck into the hallway, making sure to pace his steps to look like natural sounds, making anyone listening think that it was just the natural sound of some of the planks creaking a bit. There was after all a pretty strong wind outside, as he had noticed when he had stepped outside. There was nothing that would keep him from reaching his goal however as he stepped inside the kitchen area, which was a nice modern styled kitchen, and as a small favour, he thought that it would be nice to see what his mother had in store in the food area, so that he might be able to surprise her with dinner or something, since that was pretty usual for a son to give his mother a surprise by making her a meal. Of course, he didn’t mind cooking for his mother, since he liked to be a bit unpredictable, and cooking skills were something that he had been thinking about taking up, after getting top marks in home economy classes.

She got up from the western style bath then rinsed herself off for a moment, thinking about her son for a moment, which she still hadn’t seen. The cousin of the Tendo’s, Ranko appeared to be close to Ranma, so it might just be that he was away on the moments that she chose to visit. Her little boy was a grown up teenager after all, maybe going out of his way to make the Tendo’s happy and making sure that the neighbourhood stays safe. She had heard all about his exploits from that nice police chief who she had bumped into at the local supermarket, who had talked to her about her son’s exploits fighting crazed amazons, a pig-boy and someone with a swordsman’s style of clothing, though not possessing good skills. She had smiled after hearing that he was a very nice boy, always trying to help people. That showed that he was really manly in her eyes, upholding honour to its highest extent. She didn’t care much for physical looks; the inner side of the human was more to her then that physical shell. She didn’t care how hideous her son would look, neither did she care if he was covered in scars, or even changing into some animal, she would accept him even though he looked like something else, just because he was a man that she had always wanted, one that she would be proud to call her son.

She smiled to herself and then knelt down to dry her feet with her towel, her hands going over her legs for a moment, and then she realised that she would have to shave her legs once again. It had been a while since she had done that, always wearing that kimono to cover her legs, and she realised that it had been almost three weeks since she had last done that. She sighed and muttered to herself more then to anyone else, though she didn’t know that she was talking to herself. “What an unwomanly woman you are, Nodoka. That you keep those legs unshaved for three weeks…” the razor blade was kept in a specially sealed container, where she also kept her shaving cream, which would need to be applied first before she would be able to remove the hairs.

His ears perked up as he heard someone mutter something, his fine tuned senses making themselves ready to run. His body shifted slightly, to allow him to bolt down the hallway and get the hell out of the house. He had just been browsing the contents of the refrigerator, having seen some of the dishes that he could make with the contents flash for his eyes for a moment. He looked up, since the voice had seemed to come from there, going to the conclusion that his mother might be coming downstairs soon.

He went to the refrigerator, taking out some vegetables and beginning to chop them up without making too much sound, being fast enough to cut them up in a mere three seconds, his fine dexterous hands being the thing that was the most useful to him. He looked at the vegetables and then took out some rice, making sure that it would fit in a nice sized bowl, then began to boil the rice in a pot. Soon, scents began to fill the room and he listened carefully, hoping to hear that his mother was still upstairs. He looked at the rice and then took the pot containing it off the fire, looking at the vegetables and then taking a small piece of pork meat and began to put the rice in the bowl that he had selected for her, his eyes going to the pork meat and then, with an application of his Ki, he began to roast them slowly, the heat of his own burning soul making them nice and crispy. He looked at the knife that he had found in one of the drawers and then began to cut the meat into nice strips, taking great care to prepare them for his mother and arrange them in neat little strips to make sure that it looked great.

She wiped her legs off after she had shaved them, looking at the result. Being a woman that took great care of herself, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to take care of herself at all times, her legs being the part of her body that wasn’t shaved a lot, due to her moving around a lot and just sitting behind a desk, doing her job, which she was quite good at. She looked around, grabbing some scented soap from its resting place and then beginning to rub the soap over her legs. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge herself a little bit.

Ranma looked around for a piece of paper, looking at the desk first, spotting a notepad lying there, apparently being used by his mother. He looked at it and saw that there was some writing. A tinge of curiosity broke through his mind and he snuck a peek.

…And as he looked at her, she could feel a shiver go through her body. “Shinichi, why?” She asked, looking at him as he came towards her, his erect member standing proud and tall, making her look at it with hesitation as she knew what he wanted. “I’m your mother…” she feebly stated, looking at him as he knelt by her, looking at her and seeing how her body shivered in his presence.

”I don’t care if you’re my mother or not, you’re a woman with the need for sex, so I’m offering to help you out.” Looking into his eyes, she could not help but give in to the desire swelling within her, her heart nearly exploding with the doubt and guilt that she wanted her own son to sate her lust.

He shook his head, trying to clear the images from his mind. He ripped off a piece of paper, looked at it and then wrote on it with a pen something:

Mom,

I’ve made you a bowl of rice with some pork meat. I hope you’re not mad because I snuck in to make you some food, but I was curious how you lived.

I got to go now, so I’ll make this short.

Enjoy your food and know that I love you.

Love,

Saotome Ranma, your son

He looked at the note and then placed it against the bowl, suddenly aware that there were footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked for a place to hide, but that would be impossible with the furniture being pretty modern and his mother knowing the exact layout since she had lived here for most of the time. So that left nothing but to use one of his father’s techniques. He spotted enough space for him to cling to the ceiling using some of his Ki to stick to it and just jumped, trying it out once, just in time as his mother rounded the corner. He blanketed himself with Ki, hoping that she would not look up. The technique created a field of Ki around his body which would render him invisible to all save for a person who looked straight up.

Nodoka entered the room and immediately smelled the delicious scent in the air, looking around to see where it was coming from and seeing a bowl of rice sit on the table, a note next to it. She walked over to it, knowing that someone must have visited her and made her some rice. Maybe it was one of her neighbours, like old miss Fujiyama who had taken pity upon her though she didn’t need any pity and tended to come around and help clean the place up a bit. It kept them busy for some time so she tended not to do it too often. She knew that she would need to do some writing too and that her other job besides writing took up some time too, since she was a pretty wanted woman…

Her other job was well… sex… she starred in several porn flicks which tended to be very nicely received by the public, allowing her to take up bigger projects. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the attention to her for that solely, since she needed to make an income, allowing her body to be used by other men in a movie that was meant for entertainment of thousands of men and women was something that got her off pretty good. The fun in the casting was also a benefit. She took on a pseudonym to avoid any attention drawn to her and usually just did her hair in a different style from the usual style that she used, dressed in more modern clothing and did all sorts of things to look younger. Her acting name was Nagasaki Yuriko, a porn star who liked to give head, as stated in the bio that she wrote for the cover of a special edition of a movie with uncut scenes in it, also a blooper reel included on it.

She looked at least ten years younger in the movies then she did in her normal looks. She supposed that was because she used makeup while being Yuriko and that Nodoka did not wear any most of the time.

She looked at the letter, picking it up and then reading it slowly, the letters coming to her mind and as she had finished it, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. The fact that her son had come and gone before she had even noticed him was making her feel saddened by the fact that he never took the time to visit her while she was there, them both missing each other apparently. The Seppuku pledge was just something to keep Genma in line until Ranma would be old enough to take the position of family head. She had no doubt that he was manly and would accept him even though he might be horribly scarred or something, no doubt because any of the zany training techniques that Genma used, having witnessed the man training little Ranma in the art a few times.

Ranma’s breath came softly as he looked at the woman under him, noticing that she was only dressed in a yukata, which made her get cleavage, which was making him a little bit dizzy in the head. Contrary to popular belief, Ranma did have a libido, but he chose not to act on it, that leading to a very repressed sexual identity which made itself known only when he entered Neko-ken, his rational senses being put down with a heavy tranquiliser as to say, his mind entering a more primal state. Though he remembered none of it, he knew that it was dangerous for him. He looked at his mother, her hair being loose, the way that it seemingly hung on her head and shoulders making him feel a bit of sweat come to his head. The perfume that she was wearing made him feel a bit uneasy as there was not a lot of perfume being worn in his presence that wasn’t used to attract his attention, nor were there any women in his presence that weren’t out to get something from him, even Kasumi being slightly out to get him, if only for the fact that he was apparently the definition of a man for her, though he was a bit young for her, her preferred age being at least 3 years older than her.

She sat down, grabbing the chopsticks and snapped them open to start on the bowl of rice, the rice being sticky enough to be eaten in little balls if one had the skill to make them. She tasted the rice first, finding that it was very good and that it was a bit like her own way of cooking it, recalling the cooking lesson that she had given Ranma before he and Genma went on their training trip and then disappeared off the radar for a long time. She tasted the pork meat, closing her eyes to savour the taste of the meat, which apparently wasn’t spiced, but had a flavour that made it delicious to her tongue, the confidence that it was saturated with making her spirits rise after she had swallowed it.

After it was all gone, eaten by her, she sighed contently. “Well, at least he can cook well. If I can get a hold of him, I’ll let him stay at home and I can teach him some better cooking skills. Of course, if Muchiyaka-san doesn’t want me to perform in another film. And I still need to finish my book.” She rested her head in her neck, her eyes still closed.

Ranma was sweating now as she laid her head in her neck, looking straight up and possibly seeing him if she opened her eyes. With some luck, she wouldn’t open her eyes…

Murphy’s law took effect and she opened her eyes…

She opened her eyes after thinking about a continuation of the plot that had been bugging her for a moment. She was rather surprised to see a rather panicky young man look down upon her apparently sticking to the ceiling using some sort of technique, since she didn’t see any sticking aides.

“Eh… Hi mom.” Was all that he could say as he saw her brown eyes look at him. She blinked a few times, trying to process the information and then shook her head. “Too afraid to meet your mother face to face, aren’t you Ranma?”

He gulped, looking around for her katana and spotted it resting on a plank, a good metre or five away. He decided to just gamble and hope for the best. Mothers were supposed to be nice and gentle and love their sons above all… “Well, you waving around a katana doesn’t help anything with making me feel secure and all that…”

She blinked, seeing his reasoning and then laughing at the situation. Him being too afraid of his mom to face her and her not understanding why he wouldn’t come. “Come down please. I promise not to hurt you in any way with a katana blade, though I am a little bit irritated by the fact that you didn’t have the courage to visit sooner.”

He stopped feeding his Ki to the technique and then dropped to the floor, as agile as one of those terrible cat things. He looked at her and then sighed as she looked at him with a little smile tugging on her lips. “I suppose you want to have an explanation as to why I was sticking to the ceiling, mom?” She nodded at that, the idea of him sticking to the ceiling out of fear for her being pretty humorous to her.

“Well, you told me that you would make me commit seppuku, so I just hid to make sure you didn’t see me.” She blinked, looking him over for a moment and then sending him a confused look. “This is the first time I ever saw you, Ranma-kun.”

He shook his head. “Mom, there is something that you should know. I’m cursed.” She sighed and then muttered more to herself; “It’s an animal, right? Something small, something cute, right? Like that little pig with the bandanna that came around a few weeks ago, am I correct?”

He shook his head, muttering something about maybe asking P-chan to stop snooping around. “I turn into a girl, mom.” She blinked a few times and then began to giggle, bursting into laughter after a few seconds of Ranma just staring. “You were Ranko? Now I get it why you wouldn’t do all those girly things or go shopping with me, or even bra shopping.” Ranma grimaced at that memory, looking at his mother as she smiled at him and then made him feel a bit bad for the way that she seemed to be disappointed at the no bra shopping attitude that he had taken during the shopping trip with her. “If you really want to get me a few bras then I’ll go bra shopping.”

The slightly guilty look that came over his face almost made her feel guilty for making him guilty. There was cuteness about the guilty look and she smiled nonetheless. “No need for that, Ranma-kun. Why don’t you stay with me for the night? I’m sure that you better not return to the Tendo’s and I’d be more than willing to let you stay with me and I’d like a man in the house…” he looked at her and then sighed deeply. “I guess I could stay. At least tomorrow I won’t be kicked out of the window by Otousan.”

“Why does he kick you out of the window?” she asked, curiosity blossoming within her, to get some news about her husband. “He says its training.” She shakes her head. “He was messed up in the head…” she commented, looking at Ranma who made a bit of a squeak as he looked at her and saw her smile at him and just allowed himself to be led upstairs, towards his room, his mother told him that.

As he lay in his bed, he looked around the room, which was pretty bare. He decided that this was as good as anything, the mind being able to rest and the bed being pretty comfortable, he drifted off to sleep after a scant half hour.

He awoke the next morning to the sound of an alarm clock, the idea of an alarm clock being strange and it taking a few seconds to identify the strange ringing. He looked at the clock and then noticed that it was half past six, school starting at nine, so giving him two and a half hours to get ready for school including the five minute trip over the roofs towards it.

He sighed as the normal morning problem for most men made its appearance and knew that it would quiet down with a cold enough shower. There was not much more to do then to take a shower. His mother had shown him where the shower was the day before so he made his way there. He didn’t see his mother, but sensed her ki in her room, asleep most probably.

As he washed himself off before entering the shower, he looked at his body and sighed at the feeling of cleanliness that came over him. He looked down to see that his little problem had softened up quite nicely, sighing as he stepped outside of the shower, his mind awhirl with thoughts as he thought about school and how he would explain his absence to his fiance’s…

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t see his mother about to enter the shower and bumped into her, causing them to land on top of each other, both with eyes wide.

She stared into her sons blue eyes, looking into them with wonder as they seemed to widen and then immediately he got off her and into a guarded position, wrapping his hands around his head and muttering something repeatedly. At first she thought that it were apologies, but as she listened closer, she could hear: “Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me.”

Her heart went out to him, getting up slightly and wrapping her arms around his shaking form, which was looking to be pretty traumatised to her. “Hush Ranma, it’ll be alright, I’m not going to hit you… shhhh, just relax and tell mommy what’s wrong…”

He felt fear well up within him as he looked at his mother’s naked form and through the instinct accumulated due to spending time with Akane, he knew that a mallet was just coming, accompanied by the war cry of pervert. “Please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me, please don’t hit me.” He muttered, trying to get Akane to back off. In his mind, she was just about to come through the wall with a mallet, aura blazing and ready to make him into a fine mist of blood and other things.

He felt arms wrap around him, giving him some comfort and heard a soft voice in his ears, making him look at the woman who did that, looking at his mother as she comforted him and asked him what was wrong. There was a pause for a moment as he looked into her eyes and then hugged her tightly, causing her to give a soft grunt as she was subjected to a hug with average strength from him. There was a certain manner of affection with the hug that made her feel slightly honoured with the way that he was hugging her. He looked at her, his eyes looking straight into hers, the manner in which there was a certain hint of trust shining within his eyes making her more determined to comfort him. “Akane tends to hit me when I see her naked or when she sees me naked, or thinks that I’m doing something perverted.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be afraid Ranma. I’m your mother; I won’t hurt you for any reason. With me, you’re safe. Now, are you calm?” she asked him, looking him in the eyes. “Yes mom.” She smiled at him as he rose, saying. “Then go and get ready for breakfast. I’ve put some on the table for you and young boys need to have a big breakfast before they go to school.”

She looked at his rather well shaped abdomen, the image of that being pretty nice to the eyes, even though she slapped herself for thinking that about her own son. She could see his manhood hang there limply, smiling to herself for at least having seen that he would be very manly, his martial arts conditioning being good enough to give him a six-pack and a lot of stamina to keep on going.

Three quarters of an hour later, she descended the stairs only to see Ranma stand there, looking at her and then at the school outfit that was hanging there in his other hand, giving her a questionable look. “I kept some of your measurements from Kasumi and had ordered a school uniform for you. It’s only proper that you wear it to school.” He nodded slowly, looking at her for a second and then stripped to his boxers, after which there was nothing left for her to imagine since the bulge in his pants seemed to be pretty indicative for the way that he was gifted there. The look that she sent him was taken as some sort of appraisal by him as he got his head through the shirt, looking at her for a moment as he fastened his belt and then looked at her, apparently slightly confused by her choice of clothing.

She wore a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of pants that seemed to be pretty indecent for a woman like her, but he managed to delude himself into thinking that she wanted to wear them for comfort, since usually short things tended to give more freedom of movement while one moved around. “Alright, you’ve eaten breakfast, right?” she asked for reassurance, getting a nod from Ranma, her smile answering the nod. “I’ll go with you to school then. I need to talk to your teachers about something.”

Ranma nodded and then walked outside, with her following in his wake. “I don’t think we can walk there without getting too late for school mom, so I guess we’ll have to take the rooftops. Is that okay with you?” he asked, looking at her for a moment. “Is that safe?”

Ranma looked at her and then contemplated the dangers of it for his mother and thehn decided to just bet on the fact that none of his rivals or fiancés were in the area to prevent him from taking the rooftops. “Yeah, with me you’ll be as safe as the American president, Abraham Licoln.”

She grimaced. “That man has been dead for a while and was murdered.” she said in a deadpan voice. Ranma blanched for a moment and then looked at her, seeing that she was dead serious and then sighed, looking at her for a mere moment before just wrapping his hand around her waist. “Don’t be afraid if I make any high jumps, its all because I need to clear the distance.”

She nodded and gasped as he jumped into the air, carrying her with him.

The trip was fairly uneventful, nobody disturbing them, something which Ranma was pretty glad for. There was no fun in getting his body hurt by a lunatic out to get him injured. They touched down on the ground in the courtyard of Furinkan high school, Nodoka looking around but seeing nobody on the premises, nobody having arrived save for the teachers, who had to be early for their jobs. Ranma spotted his homeroom teacher, Nonamiya Hinako and pointed her out to his mother. “There’s my homeroom teacher, Hinako-sensei.”

“Hinako-sensei, could I speak to you about my son, Saotome Ranma?” she asked as she stood next to the little girl Ranma had indicated to be his teacher. Though the girl looked to be very young, she certainly could sense that there was a maturity about the girl that Ranma could easily sense. “What about Ranma-kun?” the little girl asked, looking at the woman who looked to be Ranma’s mother and was that, but the little girl didn’t know for sure. “Well, I would like to see his grades.” Ranma gulped and looked down towards the ground, knowing that his grades weren’t the best around.

“Well, Ranma-kun is at the current moment the worst student in his class, about to fail nearly every class except home economics and Physical Education.” Nodoka’s eyebrows rose and she looked at her son, who looked down to the ground, a blush on his cheecks. “Ranma, could you explain that?”

Ranma bit his lip for a moment, drawing blood, knowing that the Genma had rammed in the fact that you shouldn’t listen to teachers except if they had any useful martial arts to teach. He knew he would have to speak the truth now, knowing that he would need to be honest around his mother. “Well, Otousan told me that you shouldn’t’trust any teacher except for those that taught you martial arts, so I did just that. Home Economics are things that I like to do, the same with Physical Education.”

Nodoka frowned. “Ranma-kun, listen well to me. No need to obey Genma’s orders to the letter. I hereby tell you to listen to your teachers and just learn things that will become important later in life. Hinako-sensei, could you please fetch one of the placement tests to see what ranma’s grade would be, seeing as he never really tried thanks to his father’s influence over him? I would hate to see my little man be in a grade that he wasn’t suited for, since I think that he’s more able to do something better in life, if I am any indication for a role model…” Ranma frowned but did not comment on it. Hinako nodded and then skipped off to her office to get the necessary placement tests, looking for some candy too as she needed some to sate her desire for candy.

“Ranma-kun, I want you to go and do your best on the test. Think of it as some sort of way to pave the future. The test you did to get into Akane’s grade was just something that you fluked, wasn’t it?” Ranma blinked. “What test? Otousan just told me I was in Akane’s grade and Tendo-san backed him up.” She blinked at that. “You never did a placement test before? Then how in the name of Kami-sama did they allow you in with… Tendo-san could have used his influence with the city council due to having held a position with them for some time to get you in Akane’s grade. Either that or have bribed the officials.”

Hinako came out again, this time as a voluptuous woman. “I put a placement test ready for you, Saotome-san. Saotome-san, would you like to watch your son take his test or are you confident in his ability to make it?” Nodoka looked at her son who looked like he was going to be facing some sort of monster. “I don’t think my presence would make any difference with Ranma’s test scores, but I would like to ask you some questions, if I may.” Hinako nodded to that, always ready to answer questions as to her students, especially with the troublemaker student’s parents.

Ranma watched as the sheet with questions seemed to move in front of him. The sheet seemed to be filled with all sorts of questions, the questions making him feel slightly dizzy, but he set to work nonetheless. Some questions were easy to answer, like the geography questions, but with some of the mathematical things he had some troubles, either never having learned them or never having any interest for them.

Hinako looked at the woman opposite of her, who was looking at her with some small hint of interest in her eyes. “Ranma is an intelligent boy. It’s just that his father…” she spat out the word father like it was something vile and disgusting. “Allowed him to think of nothing else but martial arts. That in itself is great, but I can clearly see that Ranma is brighter then that man. Ranma knows how to handle himself well in a fight and he can have an intellectual conversation with me about some stuff over dinner. Hinako-san, did you study Ranma’s school attendance for most of his childhood?” Hinako got a puzzled look on her face. “As a matter of fact, I didn’t. for some reason, I never saw the need to look into his attendance records. All I knew about him that he has a disregard for the rules and that’s it. I give him English, but he’s not too good in that either.”

Nodoka looked at the woman opposite of her for a moment. “Hmm, maybe you should get it out nonetheless, so you can look it up yourself. I don’t think you will find many attendances, since he was mostly travelling with that bum that calls himself Saotome Genma.” The vile words spewed from her lips like a vile poison, poisoning the air that it touched.

Hinako nodded and soon held a very thin file in her arms. “That’s all the educational history that Saotome Ranma has, Saotome-san.” Nodoka shivered as she opened the file after Hinako laid it infront of her and only saw that Ranma had spent about three weeks in school before having to move to another location, then three years of no attendance, then two months in a school in Hokkaido, then about 4 months of no attendance, then half a year in a school in Kyoto, which was the longest that Ranma attended in his history before coming to Furinkan.

“He barely had an education.” She whispered to herself as she looked at the dates with Hinako looking over her shoulder and they shuddered as one. They shared a look and then heard a knocking on the door. “Hinako-sensei, I completed the test.“

“I guess I should take that into account… he might have been learning stuff that he isn’t ready for yet…” Hinako gulped as she stated that, never having met a person who had such a low attendance and probably no tutoring in any of the subjects. Even while looking at his current grades, she was surprised he even got such good grades, considering that he shouldn’t know much of the math that he had received his lowest score for, 22 points out of the 100.

“Please enter.”

She said as she looked at the door with apprehension dawning in her eyes as he stood in the door opening and looked at her with his blue eyes making eye contact with hers and then laying a test form on her desk. She was surprised with the speed that he had been able to do it. Even the fastest students took at least 20 minutes to finish the test and those were some of the kids which were nerds and almost never got out of the house but he had done it in ten. She looked over the list to see if something was amiss and then nearly cringed as she saw mathematical calculations being scrawled on the side of the paper. “There was a separate sheet for the mathematical things. All you had to do was to make them on that…” she said, looking at him. “That sheet is under the form.”

She lifted the form and then looked at the calculations, minutely written and making her head feel a bit dizzy. She cleared her eyes by blinking and then began to check the answers.

When she was finished, she looked at Nodoka first, her face as blank as a robot’s. “Saotome-san…” she stated, her voice slightly cold and distant, like she couldn’t believe it herself.

“Yes, Hinako-sensei?” Nodoka answered, anxious to know how badly her son had failed or if he had failed it completely.

“You were understating his capabilities…” Hinako continued, looking at the test form then at the answers which she clutched in her hand, looking at Ranma with her face looking slightly worried. “Can I speak to you for a moment. Alone if its possible.” She looked at Nodoka, still no information to be gleamed from her face. Ranma took the hint and disappeared out of the room, closing the door as he went.

“Your son got this score on the test.” She grabbed a red marker and made a vertical line, then followed it by 2 circles, made a slash and then did another vertical line, followed by 2 circles.

Hinako looked to see Nodoka’s reaction. A mixture of disbelief and confusion settled over her as she looked at the perfect score of 100/100 and then looked at Hinako. “You must be joking.” Hinako shook her head. “In all of my life, I’ve never been so serious. I even double checked the calculations and I don’t know how to explain it, but he aced all the subjects. So I conclude that it was simply a lack of interest that allowed him to have such bad grades. Of course we can’t rule out cheating, but he’s not the person to cheat…”

Nodoka nodded. “So what shall we do?” Hinako looked at her for a moment and then sighed deeply, looking sat her for a moment and then said. “I think that Ranma-kun should attend some make-up tests and then you should look towards having him attend Tokyo University. With his mind, he should have no problems trying to get it. It’s just that his people skills are a bit lacking and he’s a bit naïve but if you give him some social lessons on what is acceptable, I’m sure that you’d be having a son to be proud of.”

Nodoka smiled and then looked at Hinako who was looking at her with a wry smile. “I guess that I’ll miss Ranma-kun around class…” she wiped away a small tear that came from her eye. “I’m sure that he wouldn’t dare leave here just because he could get a better education or something. Well, maybe he would, but he would still need a tutor for some things that he would need to improve upon. Maybe I could hire you should he choose to get a higher education…” Hinako looked at her for a moment then nodded slowly. “By the way, do you know Nagasaki Yuriko? You look similar to her.” Nodoka looked at her for a moment and then smiled slowly. “To tell the truth, Yuriko is merely a pseudonym for myself when I decide to write or act in a movie. But yes, I know her because I’m her…”

Hinako blinked at that news. She looked at Nodoka who was looking serenely at her and then got out a book from her drawers. “Yuriko-sama, please sign this.”

Hot Moms gone wild by Nagasaki Yuriko

Nodoka looked at it and then signed it with Yuriko’s autograph, then looked at Hinako. “Sugoi! Yuriko-sama autographed my copy!” Nodoka sweat dropped as the younger woman began to dance around her in circles, keeping the book tight against her chest as if it were some toy.

“Hinako-sensei… please calm down…” she pleaded, hoping that nobody would really take notice of it. The sight of the younger woman skipping around, her sizeable assets bouncing nicely was making her feel a bit distracted and she cursed the fact that she liked to do lesbian scenes with big breasted women, since that was the main point of her attraction to women.

“I’m just so happy!” Hinako said as she calmed down somewhat, looking at Nodoka with a blush gracing her cheeks. Nodoka shook her head. “Save that energy for your boyfriend, I’m sure he’d like it.”

Hinako looked at her and then shook her head, looking at the elder woman as she seemed to grow a bit colder. “I don’t have a boyfriend or a husband at the moment. Who would want to have a girl like me who changes between an adult and a child.”

Ranma entered at that moment, getting a bit too curious as to what the screaming and the cheerful demeanour inside the room were. The look that he saw on Hinako’s face made him gulp for a moment. “The test went badly?”

Hinako looked at her student and then managed to smile, the test having gone very well and that bringing a smile to her face. “No, quite the opposite anyways. Please, explain to me how you managed to calculate the ninth question of the mathematical questions.”

“Sure. I just took the first number and then multiplied it by five and then copied it down and made it into one of the numbers that I used to work the rest of the question out with, using it as the base number that was…” a lot of explanation work later, Ranma was looking at a very impressed Hinako. “I didn’t understand half of it, but it seems to be logical. You made the English part perfectly though. You scored a perfect score on the test, something that only people with an intellect above the 150 should be able to do, doing it in record time too, even without much of a formal education to back you up with. Very impressive.”

She finished, looking at Ranma with a somewhat proud look on her face, seeing that he at least had done a good job at his grade assignment test. He could easily do the highest grade with his intellect alone, but he would need a good solid basis for the work then, which the teachers might be able to provide.

It all boiled down to the fact that Ranma would receive some additional work from all his teachers to get his knowledge up to scratch and then he’d take some competency tests to check if it all was absorbed by him and then he’d be able to do an university entrance exam.

“As a reward for doing so well on the test, we’ll go out for dinner tonight. Any restaurants you might want to visit? Money is not an issue.” Nodoka said after she and Ranma were standing in the hallway before Hinako’s office, where the teacher was still finishing her preparations for the lessons.

“Okay… any restaurants you’d recommend where I could eat all I wanted? I need quite a lot of food because I tend to fight and train a lot to keep in shape…” Nodoka thought for a moment and then suggested an all you can eat fancy restaurant. Ranma agreed and then bowed before his mother as a farewell gesture, which she mimicked, it beign custom as they parted ways.

Ranma seated himself in the chair that went with his table, looking at some of the students that were already in the room, giving him weird looks as he sat there. “That seat is taken by Saotome Ranma, I’d move if I were you.” Sayuri said, looking at him like he were some sort of intruder. “Last time I checked, my name was still Saotome Ranma and I very much doubt it that I ever changed my name or appearance… it might be because my mom made me wear the school uniform that I look a bit out of the norm, but it’s still me…” she blinked for a moment, looking at him closer with a scrutinising look and then shook her head. “Only you can totally surprise us, Ranma-kun.” She went to talk to her best friend Yuka, who was casting dark looks at Ranma, but blinked as the news was transferred that he was indeed the ,martial artist and that he was wearing the proper attire for once.

The rest of the hour was fairly uneventful save for Akane barging in and muttering something about ungrateful perverts. Luckily she didn’t even seem to think it odd that he was wearing a school uniform, or didn’t even recognise him. He looked at Hinako as she entered the classroom, looking professional as usual. “Class, today we will have an English test to test your average skill level in the subject. You will have twenty minutes to answer the fifteen questions. Any questions?”

Akane’s hand shot up. “Hinako-sensei, why do we get a test? You didn’t mention anything about it before.” Hinako looked at the girl and then shook her head. “It is my right as a teacher to give any sort of test to my class whenever I think you are ready for it. You are, so be quiet and just make it, okay, Tendo-san?” Akane nodded dumbly and then sat down to make the test which was delivered by Hinako three minutes later.

Ranma looked over the sentences, which were all in English and looked up to his teacher, who wore a somewhat sneaky grin on her face. “Sensei, could you explain why the entire test is in English?” Hinako sauntered over, causing some of the boys to get lewd ideas about her and then bent over before him, giving him a good look at her breasts. “Well, I decided to have a little fun with you so I just gave you the official exam right now, as a sort of test. Surely with your intellect…” she spoke out the word like she was being sarcastic. “should get a very nice grade.” Ranma shook his head. “Whatever you say sensei. Whatever you say…”

Twenty minutes later Ranma looked up when he saw Hinako give the signal that the pens should be put down and the sheets handed in. he looked at her and then she spoke. “Saotome-san, please finish your test. You get more time due to it being a longer exam.” He nodded and then looked at the 45th question, to translate a sentence dealing with some technical aspects.

Five minutes later he was done, putting his pen down and handing the sheet to Hinako, who grimaced a bit. “You just caused me even more work, Saotome-san.” He grinned sheepishly. “Well, you’re the one giving me the official exam, sensei.” She shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips. “I’ll tell you what, if you do as good on that exam as you did on your other test, I’ll consider dating you, is that okay with you?”

He looked at her for a moment, blinking rather owlishly before turning quite red and then softly muttering. “I’m not sure you’d survive the first date. My fiancé’s are more likely to kill you then to listen to you.”

Hinako looked at him whilst shaking her head. “I was just joking about the dating part, but sure, if you do as well, I’ll give you a passing grade.” Ranma nodded slowly, looking at her before nodding once again, seeing her look at him and her yellow dress looking a bit too tight on her body. He felt his male hormones rear up once again and gave her a slightly confused look as she looked over his shoulder and glared. “What do you think you are doing, Miss Tendo?”

He turned around to see Akane looking very pissed in his direction while a battle aura was blazing around her, making her desk feel the heat of her anger and making him glad that he wouldn’t get hit due to Hinako disliking troublemakers. The paper that was on it seremed to get the signs of being burned by the blazing heat of her aura. “Hinako-sensei, the pervert was about to hit on you.”

Hinako shook her head. “If he had, he would have gotten a negative answer, miss Tendo. Please take your seat again and start on your homework assignment noted down on the board.” Akane muttered an assent and then began to work on the sentences on the board.

Ranma looked at Hinako as she sat there on the desk, opting to sit there instead of her chair, looking very pensive at the moment, looking at him a few times and then shaking her head, then getting out a small book and starting to read it. He glimpsed at the cover and could feel heat come to his cheeks as it was adult literature, something which she should be able to read since she was an adult...

Once recess came around, Ranma was told to wait in the classroom by Hinako, who went away, leaving him to the mercy of Akane and company, Nabiki having come over to see how her prime source of income was doing. “Where were you last night, Saotome?” she asked upon entering the classroom. Ranma looked at her and smiled, knowing that there was no more need to fear Nabiki since he should be able to get out of here at the end of the year.

“Give me a valid reason why I should tell you, the sister of my fiancé where I was last night.” She looked at him as if he had grown a second head for a moment, looking at him as he grinned triumphantly at her, but she wasn’t going to lose this battle of wits against him. “Well, because you owe me some money...” Ranma looked at her and narrowed his eyes. “Well, considering you screw me every night when Akane’s asleep, that should be enough repayment for you.” Nabiki’s eyes narrowed. “I would never allow a filthy brute like you touch me. I’d rather die!”

Ranma shook his head, a rather irritated smile playing around his lips. “That wasn’t my thought when you told me to fuck you in Akane’s bed... I got blamed for the stains on it by her though, so you got spared punishment. Even Kasumi scolded me for that.”

“Nabiki.” A grave voice next to her spoke and she could feel hot searing warmth on her skin and as she turned around, she saw her sister looking at her with cold death written on her face and her eyes ablaze with rage. “What did you do on my bed with MY fiancé?”

Nabiki gulped and then choose the best option: Blame Ranma. “Well, he’s just lying to make you angry at me.”

Akane wasn’t buying it. “You lie, Neesan.” Nabiki paled slightly as Mallet-sama was whipped out. “Look, he’s being perverted with Sayuri.”

Ranma looked besides him and saw Sayuri next to him and the unholy terror that was called Akane Tendo turned around, her aura of malice now concentrated upon him. “Shut up bitch.”

Those words caused Akane to freeze as Ranma had spoken them in perfect English, thus confusing her due to her lack of understanding. “You are nothing more than a lousy martial artist, you bitch.”

He was watching the mallet come down upon him, hoping that by some divine intervention there would be a saviour, a messiah about to rescue him. “MISS TENDO! HAPPO GO EN SATSU!”

Akane slumped over as her Ki was drained by Hinako, who looked at the girl for a moment and then looked at Ranma. “Saotome-san, I hope you are alright, since I have asked Hijiyima-san to give you another test, with some papers that you need to look over to get a basic grasp of the subject.”

Ranma nodded and then followed his math teacher with the man looking at him in a much more cheerful and happy manner then Ranma ever had been looked at, presumably due to his good grades.

“Saotome-san, if I had known about your history in education, I would have tutored you myself. The score you got on math on your entrance exam was very good, so I have prepared some papers with the necessary information.” With that, Ranma followed his math teacher to another test...

Ranma returned home a weary youth, his eyes looking red and bloodshot, his right hand covered in ink and some small burns from when the pen had been writing at a very fast speed. There would be more tests tomorrow and he was about done. He looked at his mother who was currently seated behind her laptop, punching in a few lines on the book that she was working on at the moment. “Ranma, you’re back so soon. I’ve made some reservations for us at the restaurant and reserved VIP spots for us. There are benefits to having me as a mother, though i reserved them using my pseudonym of Nagasaki Yuriko, I hope you don’t mind...”

Ranma shook his head and then went up to his room to dress in something less school uniform-like and more fashionable for dinner outings. When he came downstairs dressed in clothes that seemed to be both hip while still being something that teenagers would wear, he looked at his mother, who was dressed in clothes that showed a lot of skin and had her hair falling down her back, no longer being in its usual style, it being more modern, more fashionable. “Come on, we’re taking my car.”

Three minutes later, Nodoka and Ranma were sitting in a car that looked to be right out of the showroom of a fancy car dealer. It was something that looked to be a Porsche, if only in design. It also could go pretty damn fast, he felt as his mother put her foot down on the pedal and they sped away, narrowly missing some trashcans. There was a certain thrill in the air which made her look years younger then she really was. He looked at the cars speeding past them and felt secure for a moment in the hope that she would not hit anyone. She would have to have a good driving license, right?

Twenty-three minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant, Ranma looking a bit worn out from the stress of having to hold on to his seat for dear life, the driving being too dangerous for him to consider safe. “We’re here, you can let go of the seat now.”

He looked at her for a moment and then shook his head. “Too dangerous.” She smiled at him comfortingly and then gently pried his fingers from the seat, not damaging anything. He looked at her as she seemed to be gentle with him as he was then led into the restaurant where they were assigned a table without a problem as she simply showed her face and then immediately was led to the table by a waiter.

They started out lightly, ordering some sake, to lighten the spirits, as she put it. Soon after he had drank half of his cup he could feel the buzz settling in, despite the feeling that he would be able to stomach more of the alcoholic drink, he knew he should remain sober, or at least keep her from drinking too much. He looked at the onions that served as decoration for the dish, then shook his head as his mother appeared to be trying to get it down as fast as possible, eating them faster than he had ever seen her do, but he copied her behaviour as he could see that there was another dish coming. He watched how the steaming hot noodles looked to be inviting him to take them into his mouth and then reached for his chopsticks.

They left half an hour later, Nodoka giving some groans due to having eaten a bit too much. Ranma watched her as she got into the car, looking at her ass which was swaying slightly as she walked somewhat unsteady, still muttering about those damn big pork cutlets.

“Mom, are you sure you can ride?” she looked at him, her eyes a bit unfocused from the alcohol that she had consumed. “Ride? Yeah, I’d ride you like a big horse... fufufufufu.” Ranma blinked at the comment. “I meant the car.” He remarked dryly, though his body showed some signs of excitement as he contemplated it, the idea not being unattractive to him since he was feeling the need to go loose a bit too. The alcohol did have a profound effect on him because he wasn’t used to it and because there was a certain manner of looseness hanging in the air.

When they came home, Ranma still feeling the adrenaline within his blood as his mother had well driven with a speed that would be called very very very risky by others back to their house, he helped her inside as she was literally smashed. It was only around eight so he wondered why his mother had decided to call the eating quits, but understood that she must have felt too full or drunk to go on.

He looked at her as she tossed around on her bed, looking like she was having a bad dream or something to his eyes. Her hands strayed to her pussy and she began to mumble something about wanting some too. Her hands started to play with her pussy immediately, shoving the fabric that covered them away to rub her slit.

Ranma wisely turned away, not wanting to witness his own mother fingering herself because she was so horny from the alcohol. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and noticed that it was only around nine. His mother gasped as she began to rub her pussy more vigorous, mewling something, a name that he knew to be not of his father. “Ranma-kun, give it to mommy. Come on, give it to mommy. Mommy wants her big boy deep inside her, to give her what she needs.”

He turned around and gaped at her as her eyes opened, lust burning within them, making him look to the door, hoping he’d be able to get away. With his physical condition he should be able to, but this was his mom, who hadn’t seen him in a long while and he had just come back into her life. He was reluctant to leave her alone, since she wanted to have his ‘companionship’.

“Mom, this is wrong.” He said, looking at her as she crawled towards him, looking up at him with a look that clearly was one of lust. There was a certain hint in the air that he should have fled earlier, but he had ignored that. Her hands traced his legs, before resting on his crotch. He watched in fascination as they began to stroke the area softly, her hands moving so slowly that a bulge was already forming there to signal his excitement. He looked at her for a moment as she began to open his pants. “Oh, did mommy make her son feel horny? What a naughty son do i have, getting excited off his own mommy...” Ranma blushed at the comment. “Sorry mom...” she looked at him once again. “Let mommy make you feel good for even getting hard for her. We’ll need to keep this a secret from everyone, okay? Otherwise mommy will be locked away.”

Ranma nodded, looking at her as she traced the bulge in his underwear, his pants beign pulled off by her without a problem. There was just something extremely erotic about her at this moment, looking all slutty like that and making him feel so damn hot. He looked at her hands, which were smaller then his and looked so damn small as she began to smack her lips. “You’ve made mommy thirsty, so mommy is going to get some cum to get her thirst to go away...” she then stroked with one finger over the bulge, looking at him with her eyes looking like two brown gemstones as they seemingly shone. There was a certain aura shift around her, which he attributed to drunkenness, but she did not care.

Her hand reached inside his underwear to grab his hard cock, slowly touching it entirely and then pulling his underwear down, looking at it. “Hmmm, quite the nice one, I see... I wish I had the privilege of having you to partner with in sex scenes that I have to do for movies. Maybe having you play with me in Extreme Asian Gangbang would have been nice.”

Her hands stroked him so excellently that he found it hard to control himself. Her small hands were just working on his cock, but it felt like an eternity to him as she gently stroked the head, her finger that she used to stroke it feeling like velvet on his cock, the feeling being quite nice he surmised.

She looked at his cock, looking at the veins that ran over it, seeing the sweat come to his forehead as he seemingly was enjoying himself. She did not care about that, she just felt horny and wanted to taste his cum for the first time, this probably being the first time that he would come. “Is this your first time, Ranma-kun?” She asked, looking at him with her hands still busying themselves with his cock.

He shuddered, his teeth chattering slightly as he could feel his load being prepared for eruption. “Yes... Yes...” his voice sounded heavier than before, probably because he wanted to come so badly, so she smiled at said to him the words that would hopefully set him off. “Mommy wants your cum on her face... Won’t you come for me? I want to have it all on my face, come on make me dirty...”

The dirty talk was really turning him on and her hands had stopped and she was now blowing on his cock, making him feel the breath on his cock. “Mom!” he cried out as he could feel himself coming.

She watched as cum came out from his cock, a steady stream, sometimes gushing, sometimes just dribbling, but she got what she wanted, a face full of cum. “That tastes good, Ranma. Come on, watch how mommy cleans herself...”

He watched as she licked the cum off the corners of her lips, making him feel a twitch of excitement, looking at her as she cleaned her face with her hands, then licking off the cum slowly with her tongue making elaborate movements. “Is my precious little man ready for the main course? Mommy’s got a really nice treat in store for her little man...” she spread her legs, exposing her pussy to him. She looked at him and then beckoned towards him. “Put it into mommy; put it into her waiting little pussy...”

He shuddered for a moment, looking down at his cock, seeing that it was still looking ready, he complied with her wishes. He pushed it against her slit as he took his place between her legs, looking her deep in the eyes and then thrusting inside, causing her to sigh deeply as she could feel him filling her up. “You’re filling me up, Ranma-kun. You’re filling your mommy up pretty good. Come on, thrust harder. HARDER!”

He followed her commands to the letter. He pushed into her harder, giving her a lack of breathing as she could feel her pussy being pounded by his cock, their eyes linked at the moment as son and mother mated. “It’s true what they say about incest. Incest is best...” she muttered as she gave soft mewls, like a cat as she was fucked by her own son, who was giving it to her rather hard, her eyes slightly glazed from the experience, the manner of which Ranma was making her feel good being so extraordinary that she wanted to star with him in a movie that had just popped into her mind, along with a script that would come with it.

He could feel his balls slapping against her body, the pain that it caused to him being minor and ignorable, but still, he slowed down as he thrust into her still, looking her in the eyes and feeling her hands around his back, her having hugged him as they coupled.

She could feel how he seemed to be gentler with her then before and spurred him on to take her harder, just how she liked it. “Come on; fuck your mother like she is a whore. She’s already a slut, so just give her whatever a slut needs! A good fucking!”

Ranma shivered as he could feel her nails going into his flesh, her hands grabbing his back and tearing the skin slightly, making him feel the pain of having his flesh broken by nails and her breasts pressing against his chest. He looked her in the eyes and then kissed her on the lips, his tongue slipping in and feeling how her tongue seemed to be meeting him mid-invasion, touching his tongue and then making a trip over his tongue, the feeling being quite creepy as he could feel how his body seemed to become hyper sensitive all of a sudden.

When he came inside her, it was a surprise to the both of them, since he had not given any physical sign, save for the deep moan that came from him, but she could feel how his seed shot into her womb, making her feel so damn stupid for forgetting to tell him that she did not like men to come inside her, but figured that it was okay for once since she kept on taking the pill and there were always morning after pills.

He closed his eyes, feeling the blanket of sleep coming over him. Soon, she joined him, her body quite tired from that experience...

She awoke the next morning, the feeling of her son on top of her being strange to her, making her wonder just what they had done. She could feel him inside her and she hazily moved around for a moment, trying to get her bearings and seeing that she was in her room. I had sex with my own son, my flesh and blood... the thought registered, but she did not care. Who was going to blame her for having sex with her own son? The guy was a hunk and she didn’t care that he was her son, or what the public thought. A plan rose within her mind as she woke up Ranma in a nice way...

He could feel something sucking on his cock as he awoke, looking down to see his mother suckling on his cock, her tongue moving over the head as her eyes were closed slightly, her mouth applying suction to the piece of meat between her lips. “Mom.” She looked up and then he could feel a shiver wrack his body and he watched as it acted naturally and a jet of cum came out of his cock, hitting her on the face, causing her to close her eyes and then wait for the shower of cum to subside. “Yes, Ranma-chan? Mommy got a bit thirsty so mommy wanted some of her favourite drink. You didn’t mind, did you?”

He shook his head. The rest of the morning consisted of the daily rituals of getting dressed, though he had to walk to his room to do so, having breakfast with his mother, who inserted some perverted comments about him needing to get more protein so she could have a nicer drink.

School was hectic too, with him learning stuff at a very fast year, Hinako seeming to be very interested in getting him out of the school for some reason. There was not a lot more then Akane nearly exploding in rage when he stepped into the classroom, Hinako draining her at the last moment, saying that she was a delinquent.

When he stepped out of the school doors as school had been done, he looked to see his mother’s car standing there, with a crowd of students around it and his mother sitting against a side of the car, obviously waiting for him, whilst answering some questions from those that dared ask them.

“No, I’m not going to ask my director to allow any one of you to help out with the movies. Ranma-kun, please get in the car, I’ll drive you to my home.” Ranma could feel the jealous looks at his back as he got in the car and then strapped himself in tightly, then watching how his mother got in. “Yuriko-chan, why did you come to pick me up?”

Nodoka smiled and said; “Well, I got you a role as my male opposite or better said as my fucking buddy in the movie. Let me give you a small overview of the script...” whilst speaking, she had put it into the first gear and then began to move into the correct forms to get away as fast as possible...

Leaving behind a horde of boys who looked to be crushed to hear that Saotome Ranma had did it once again and had scored a role in a movie starring one of Japan’s hottest porn stars/authoresses and apparently seemed to be loaded with affection...

Three weeks later, Nodoka languished back in the seat that she had picked in the first class airplane to Hawaii, Ranma sitting next to her, sipping on a soft drink. “I’ve never had it this good, you know that, Ranma?” she looked at him and then watched him play with the chain he wore on his neck symbolising Ying and Yang.

“I know. But still, did you have to break the engagements just like that, tell Genma that you’re divorcing him and then taking Nagasaki as your real name while leaving me Saotome...” She shook her head. “Nobody has ever done a blood test of you and me together, so there is no reason why we shouldn’t be able to continue working like this. As long as you always use a rubber when fucking with other actresses, I’ll allow you to work.”

Ranma sighed, playing with his father’s ring for a second, the emblem of the scorpion stinger on it looking particularly menacing, the red ruby of it shining in the light, the scorpion stinger made from black obsidian. At the time, he knew who his father was and wasn’t going to meet him anytime soon. He might go and see him, just to have a look at his father, but he wanted nothing to do with the organisation that his father headed...

And he hoped that at least he wouldn’t go bald...

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Can you guess who Ranma’s father is? Well, this is my first erotic story in teh Ranma category. Anyone feel that I should make a Hinako one? I’m more then willing to take it up, so please tell me if I should do that, since you seem to be thinking I am good at writing and stuff, telling me that in reviews. Its okay of you don’t like me, but at least try to make something nice out of a review and not make it a flame fest that will have its equivalent in hell when it freezes over, which will happen in 2008... beware the ancient ice skates of doom...

Demon God of Chaos greets all of you...