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Ranma blinked awake, finding his head resting in Kasumi’s lap. The young lady of the house smiled down at him with her usual gentle smile. “Oh, you’re awake now Ranma-kun. How unusual for a little bump to knock you out.”
Wondering why he was using the older girl’s lap for a pillow, a glance around the dojo revealed the likely reason. Several jealous girls that would and probably had fought over who would take care of him while he was unconscious.
Remembering the strange dream he’d had about them stripping, he was glad to see everyone was comfortably dressed. Yes, things were much safer that way.
Ah, now he remembered. His mother had had the wonderful idea to invite all of the jealous girls after him together for a sleep over so they could get along. She’s also expressed displeasure with the behavior of his harem of girls and was of the opinion that he needed to sort out which one would be the wife and which ones the concubines.
Knowing full well what could go wrong, he’d snuck in to watch over their little get-together to find Nabiki giving out what amounted to trading cards made from indecent photos of himself, his braid and the two hair colors being easy to spot from the rafters.
Oh, then the joke from Nabiki about them playing strip poker for the cards as an ice-breaker. At least it seemed she’d been joking, though it had been enough of a shock to send him tumbling down from the rafters of the dojo.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the girls were gathered to play some questionable games.
Well, perhaps Kasumi could be a good influence on them? “Ah, thank you. Would you like to join them Kasumi-san?”
Kasumi tilted her head, humming gently in thought. “Oh, I suppose I could.” She wasn’t about to let on that she’d been drawn to the gathering by Nabiki baiting her with few beefcake pictures of Ranma. Those cards were safely tucked away in her bedroom.
The girls hid their stacks of indecent photos, although Nabiki grinned since she had more of the indecent sort for when things got interesting. “Aw, don’t be shy Saotome, you should play along too since you’ve decided to drop in.”
Ranma looked at Nabiki with a cool gaze. She was obviously up to something, the question being how far she intended to take things. Well he’d stop her either way. Maybe with him here, the girls wouldn’t do anything perverted with those photos or start a fight. “So, what’s the game?”
- A simple card game? Nope, this one is labeled sexy bedroom fun for all!
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