An Experienced Woman Pt. 11 (Ranma 1/2) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Threesome, Loving

Word Count: 2,694

Summary: Ukyo finally shows up~

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“I’m sorry, I really have no idea who you are!”

Kasumi blinks as she hears the familiar voice of her father-in-law. She doesn’t even have to see him to know he’s currently lying, but then at this point, the eldest Tendo girl has long since learned that Genma is almost ALWAYS lying. Pursing her lips together, Kasumi moves away from the market she’s been perusing, towards the sound of his voice… and the voice of an unfamiliar young woman.

“You should! You and my father arranged an engagement between your son and I!”

“A-aha, you’d have to be more specific than that…”

“HOW MANY ENGAGEMENTS COULD YOUR SON POSSIBLY HAVE?”

“… You’d be surprised…”

Kasumi sweat drops a little as Genma and a young woman with a giant spatula strapped to her back finally come into view. The spatula girl is currently fuming furious, while Genma is waving his hands back and forth in front of himself to ward her off.

“Well, how many of them did you rob of their okonomiyaki cart and then FORGET TO TAKE WITH YOU?!”

Genma suddenly stops waving his hands and goes stock still as Kasumi lifts a brow at the very specific set of circumstances.

“A-Ah… you’re that girl, right…”

The young woman growls and her hand closes around the handle of her giant spatula. Kasumi is half tempted to leave Genma to his fate… but the man IS a martial artist, and she’s actually worried that it’s the young girl who would end up hurt if they fought, not knowing her skill level. Letting out a put-upon sigh, Kasumi steps in, adopting a fake smile and a cheery tone as she walks forward.

“Genma? Fancy meeting you here~ And who is this?”

With Kasumi approaching, the situation is momentarily diffused as both Genma and the girl look to her in surprise and confusion. Then, Genma’s eyes light up and he turns back to the girl.

“So sorry that it didn’t work out, but unfortunately, my son is now married to another woman! This woman in fact! Meet Kasumi Tendo! Kasumi, this is… uh…”

Kasumi has to valiantly resist the urge to roll her eyes as the other woman grows angrier and angrier at Genma’s terrible memory. Stepping forward, the eldest Tendo daughter holds up a hand and smiles.

“Hi there, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kasumi Saotome, and I am Ranma’s legally wed wife, yes. You are?”

Bulldozed over by Kasumi’s peppy attitude, the other girl is taken aback and shakes her hand before even really realizing what she’s doing.

“U-Uh… my name is Ukyo Kuonji.”

Kasumi bobs her head up and down in a nod, happy to finally have Ukyo’s name. She keeps on smiling as she shakes the other girl’s hand, then she lets go and looks between Genma and Ukyo.

“So then, knowing my father-in-law, he has probably wronged you greatly in some way. If I can help, I will, gladly.”

That gets a blink from Ukyo, and she looks back to Genma, her ire rekindled as she growls threateningly.

“You seem like a nice lady Kasumi, but I don’t see how you can help me, not unless you can somehow force this oaf to cough up the okonomiyaki cart that he took from my father all those years ago. He and my dad had a deal. The okonomiyaki cart was the dowry, for my engagement to his son, Ranma. If it’s true that you and he are married, I want equal value for the cart from Genma!”

Genma lets out a high-pitched laugh at that.

“N-Now, now… I don’t have that kind of money, you see. And it’s been so long… honestly, that cart is probably somewhere in China at this rate… how could I possibly know?”

“Dearest father-in-law. You will pay the girl what she’s owed.”

Kasumi’s tone brooks no argument, and despite having no training in martial arts herself, Genma is swiftly cowed by her glare. Ukyo looks on, a little surprised as the older man slouches and hangs his head, nodding miserably. And just like that, the three of them are headed back to the Tendo Home, Ukyo along for the right and Kasumi brooking no arguments.

Seeing all that the other woman is able to get done so easily, Ukyo can’t help but push her luck a little.

“You know, Ranma made a promise to me as well that he’s never kept…”

Kasumi lifts a brow towards the girl, and Ukyo fidgets a bit under the gaze the eldest Tendo daughter is leveling at her.

“… He told me that he’d look after me for the rest of his life.”

She doesn’t know exactly why she’s said it. If Kasumi and Ranma are happily married, she probably has no chance with the young man that’s grown out of the boy she remembers. And yet, the words pass through their lips all the same. Ukyo waits for the older girl to call her out, to berate her for trying to come between a perfectly legal marriage… but the words never come.

Eventually, Ukyo looks back to see Kasumi smiling a very strange, very confusing sort of smile. It sends tingles through Ukyo’s body that she really doesn’t understand.

“Did he now? Well I won’t have my husband being made a liar by his own broken promises. I think we can find a way to fix that as well.”

And that’s that. There’s some small talk, but nothing major the rest of the way to the Tendo Home. And Ukyo can’t help but wonder what exactly she’s gotten into.

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A few hours later, Ukyo is a bit richer… and also standing in the middle of Ranma and Kasumi’s room, wondering just what the hell she’s doing here. After making Genma pay for the cart, Kasumi had all but ordered Ukyo to stay for dinner. In the end, Ukyo had ended up helping Kasumi make dinner as a way of showing her thanks, and the girls had only bonded further in the kitchen.

Then, Ranma had arrived home and promptly freaked out. The moment he’d laid his eyes on her, he’d recognized her as a woman despite Ukyo throwing away her femininity a long, long time ago in order to become the greatest okonomiyaki chef in the world. It had actually taken longer to explain WHO she was, but once he’d remembered ‘Okonomiyaki Ucchan’ from his childhood, everything had seemed to change.

Ranma had been so ashamed of his failure to ‘look after her’ that he’d barely glanced her way the entire dinner, even as Genma sulked and the rest of the Tendos not-so-covertly eyed their newest guest from around the dining table. Meanwhile, Kasumi had sat next to Ranma and whispered in his ear the entire time, making the young man blush and cast appraising glances Ukyo’s way. She hadn’t quite understood what was happening, but when the meal had come to an end, Ranma and Kasumi had invited her to their room.

The okonomiyaki chef had completely missed the knowing glances shared between the other Tendo’s, and in the end she’d seen no reason to say no as she’d nodded and followed them over there. Ranma had almost immediately retreated into the bathroom just off of their bedroom as soon as they were all inside, and now here she stood, fidgeting in place as Kasumi Tendo sits at the foot of their bed, smiling at her.

“Ukyo…”

Blinking, the girl looks to the other woman, still a little jealous of the fact that Kasumi has managed to snare her first ever crush.

“Yes?”

Kasumi smiles and stands, and there’s something predatory in the housewife’s posture as she approaches.

“Ukyo, what do you plan to do, now that you’ve gotten the money from Genma?”

She… hadn’t thought about it. Ukyo considers Kasumi’s words for a moment before ultimately coming to a simple conclusion.

“I want to open my own restaurant I suppose. Of course, I’ll make sure to do so as far away as necessary. I-I have no intentions of coming between you and Ran-mmph!”

Kasumi silences her with a kiss and Ukyo’s eyes go wide as the older girl’s tongue does things in her mouth that causes her knees to buckle. The thing is, she meant it too, she really didn’t want to get in the way of the happy couple now that she’d eaten dinner with them. But it seems Kasumi’s intentions are very different than hers, as the eldest Tendo daughter’s hands slide along Ukyo’s feminine form, groping at her hips and then her ass in a surprisingly experience manner.

Eventually, Ukyo thinks to pull away and Kasumi lets her go, a smile on the woman’s face as she watches Ukyo for her reaction.

“W-What… I don’t… what was that?!”

Kasumi giggles slightly and runs a hand down Ukyo’s front, right through the center of her chest and along her abdomen all the way to her navel.

“Ukyo, Ranma made you a promise to always take care of you. My husband keeps his promises, and as his wife, it’s my duty to help him do so.”

“She’s right.”

Ukyo spins around and her eyes go wider still as she takes in the sight of her childhood crush, the young man she was supposed to marry. Ranma is wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and its obvious he just got out of the shower. His broad, muscular chest is on full display as he gives Ukyo a lopsided grin.

“Sorry for making you wait, had a long day and I was fairly certain you wouldn’t want to deal with my smelly body. But Kasumi is right, Ukyo. I want you to stick around. I want to help you start up your restaurant right here in Furinkan. And if you’ll have me, I want to take care of you, like I should have been for all these years.”

She’d… she’d discarded her femininity so long ago, but as Ranma approaches with his glistening abs and his delicious pecs, and nothing but a towel between her and whatever delightful thing is between his legs, Ukyo finds it all rushing back. She blushes deeply and her eyes look between Kasumi and Ranma frantically as she tries and fails to properly process this situation.

“I… you… b-but you’re married.”

“Yes he is. And Ranma and I do everything together. That doesn’t make his offer any less genuine Ukyo… it merely means you get two, for the price of one.”

At this point, she’s just about ready to start hyperventilating, when Ranma finally reaches her and leans in to kiss her slightly parted lips. Ukyo melts into the young man’s arms, immediately lost in what the boy she’d loved as a child had become. At the same time, Kasumi is behind her, holding her, groping her ass and grinding her forward into Ranma’s bare-naked chest.

Their lips smack together as he lovingly kisses her, and eventually his tongue seeks entrance to her mouth. Ukyo gives in and soon their tongues are intertwining, sliding back and forth. His hands are on her hips, but she feels something rising between them all the same, tenting the towel he’s wearing. It takes her far too long to realize she’s feeling his erection, but when she finally does, it’s like something snaps.

Her own hands, free up until this point, come up and tear the towel from Ranma’s body. She latches onto his erect cock, gasping her surprise at his size into Ranma’s mouth as he chuckles back at her, all while continuing to kiss her. She strokes up and down nonetheless though, far too committed at this point to back down now. Stroking his length back and forth, Ukyo moans into Ranma’s lips, imagining his big, hard cock inside of her.

The thought of sex has never been major in the chef’s mind. She’d given up on being a woman in order to become the greatest okonomiyaki chef in the world. But now, it’s all she can think about, what with Kasumi’s hands and Ranma’s lips awakening a libido that Ukyo wasn’t even sure she had. She definitely had it though, and from the looks of things it was always there too, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

When the married couple begins to strip her naked, Ukyo doesn’t try to stop them. When they pull her towards their bed together, she goes along with them. Even as she finds herself laying back against Kasumi’s full breasts, the small of her back pressed against the Tendo woman’s wet core, Ukyo can’t bring herself to regret what’s about to happen. She stares up into Ranma’s eyes as he smiles down at her, and she spreads her legs wide so he can kneel between them.

He leans forward, and his cockhead pierces her dripping pussy lips, drawing another, far longer moan from Ukyo’s mouth as Kasumi reaches around and kneads her breasts. The combination of sensations, the surrealness of this moment… its just too much for the young woman. Ranma takes her virginity, but the pain fades faster than one might expect. And then he’s moving inside of her, sliding back and forth slowly, tenderly, and Ukyo can’t take it anymore.

“R-Ranma~”

His name leaves her throat as she cums, a soft, quiet orgasm causing her pussy walls to spasm around his dick. It’s not explosive or even that intense, but it means the world to the girl who has never masturbated, who never even thought she would get to have sex with the one she’s always loved. Kasumi giggles behind her and Ukyo leans her head back, only to find the older woman’s lips coming down to fasten onto her. 

Her tongue and the Tendo girl’s tongue intertwine as Kasumi kisses her upside down all while Ranma fucks her, and Ukyo moans into Kasumi’s mouth the entire time. Time itself seems to stretch out, and Ukyo almost feels like she could spend an eternity in these moments, Ranma’s member sliding in and out of her wet passage and Kasumi’s tongue running along her own.

If this is what love is like… if this is truly what Ranma and Kasumi feel for her… she’ll have no problem sticking around. Setting up a restaurant in Furinkan and spending her nights with the married couple… it sounded absolutely lovely. A delirious smile spreads across Ukyo’s face, and she doesn’t even fully register it when Ranma cums inside of her, though her body does and the resulting orgasm is much stronger than the first.

It’s far from the end of things though, and Ranma and Kasumi make love to Ukyo all night long, until eventually the three of them are laying back in one another’s arms, their sweat-covered naked bodies intertwined. Ukyo has never been more content.

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The next morning, about five minutes after Ukyo departs with promises made to be in contact again soon, Ranma and Kasumi walk over to their closed closet door with similar smiles on their faces. Opening it up reveals Shampoo suspended from the ceiling in complex rope bondage. The purple-haired cutie moans happily at the sight of them, even as the toys packed into her cunt and ass continue to buzz away.

Kasumi coos as she leans in and licks along the side of their pets’ sweat-covered face.

“Aww, you did so good darling. SO good. Didn’t hear a peep from you the entire night. I was so happy that you didn’t disturb us. Didn’t our pet do good Ranma?”

The young man steps forward and grins as Shampoo squirms and altogether manages to give off a surprising sense of ‘pride’ despite her humiliating position. He chuckles and reaches out to casually grope one of the Chinese Amazon’s large tits.

“Indeed, she did. I think this one has earned a rather big reward for her good behavior.”

As Kasumi coos some more, Shampoo smiles around her ball gag, happy to have made her Master and Mistress proud. All the while, Ukyo had no idea just what kind of perverse couple she’d fallen in love with…