Ranma of St. Bacchus, Chapter 19

by Chaos Orchid

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Revenge! The panda was in high heels, a hobble skirt, a black bra, earrings, lipstick, rouge, eyeliner and false eyelashes! And it had to growl at a high pitch! No growling; it wouldn't be lady-like!

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Any Team Spirit Yet?

It was time for team exercises for building camaraderie. ...!

Noa yelped as Ran leaped towards her! Backwards. The startled girl only remembered at the last second she was supposed to catch her teammate. Her untrained reflexes were too slow. Her awkward catch made her lose her balance and they both headed for the floor!

'Ran' used mid-air techniques trained into (her) body. They actually helped both of them from having a painful landing. But it was still an awkward landing. Most of the heavier girl's weight ended up on (her). Especially noticeable was how the American's boobs was pressing down into (hers) – (Hers) was the softest! Stupid big boobs!

The already large boobs grew larger, and softer because of the complaint. Stupid reverse blessing!

Red-faced, they awkwardly separated. And got up.

"The bra Kasumi-san tailored for you does self-adjust," Yuna observed.

"Except at these adjusters," 'Ran' griped, sliding them. (She) just about had them where (her) boobs said they should be, when (she) looked at the rest of the bra. "I can see the mesh around the cup cloth. Everybody who sees me in these Kasumi bras will know I got boobs too big for normal bras! Why can't I be small like you girls?!"

"Ran, that doesn't sound like a compliment to most girls," Junko told her.

"Naive ones, anyway," Big-busted Yuna commented.

"I'm takin' it off(!)" But now (she) was too upset and impatient to get the bra unhooked smoothly. (She) yanked the cups up over her boobs. It wasn't until the nipples were past the shell and the underband was pressing-rubbing against them that (she) realized her mistake. And it wasn't just in the nipples; it almost reached lower, sparking a hint of a sensation (she) didn't want to feel. "Bras!" (she) yelled, slamming it against the floor.

But (she) had to take (her) boobs in her hands to keep them from swinging about. The nipples noticed them, too.

"You don't have to wear a bra now," Junko told her. "But put something on!"

"Why?" 'Ran' frowned, but at none of them. "We Japanese are okay seein' nudes in hot springs, public baths and we even invite guests to take baths."

"You should know every well that public nudity is illegal," Junko reminded the girl with amnesia who was stubbornly refusing to remember.

"Japan have not one nude beach," Noa tried to help.

"You want to go to a nude beach?" Mao's smile was full of innuendo.

Noa's blush intensified. "I didn't have nerve back in America. But in Japan I can go where nobody know…." Her voice had trailed off until it couldn't be heard.

"This is private property. I can go nudist here!" Ran still insisted.

"Everything outside this room is the public area of the private property," Yuna educated the redhead.

"And what's the private school gonna do if they catch me?!" (She) refused to be educated.

"I hear Matsushiba made you seiza today," Junko said. "There are worse levels of punishment."

"Like Rehab!" Mao put in.

"And the real punishment of seiza isn't the pain you must endure, it is the humbling point-of-view," Yuna informed her. "The school specializes in very painful sports. Most of the St. Hebereke's disciplinary punishments has to be psychological. Matsushiba is a master of psychological warfare."

"Humbling! Oh!" Noa had read how loss of face and the shame it brought to both sides was one of the greatest fears of the Japanese. It could reach the point of being like a phobia.

"Enough!" Coach Junko said, going toward her bed. "Our team exercises aren't over. It's Yuna's turn. Ran, you're the spotter."

The 160cm, 5'4½" girl looked over her shoulder at the girl 14cm, 5'4½" shorter than her. "I trust you will catch me. And I know you are strong enough. Ready?"

Unlike Ran, none of the other Room 13ers had had the impulse to jump rather than simply falling. But the 2nd-in-command decided to test how quick their star athlete's reflexes were. She fell too soon.

But not too soon for 'Ran'. And (she) couldn't make it a simple catch, of course. (Her) right hand was on the 'other' girl's thighs, near her panties and her left could feel her bra band under her yakata robe. The 45kg, 99lb redhead was holding the 61kg, 135lb girl up, off the floor. Yuna's comment was, "A princess carry? Is that what you think of me?"

"What?" What did she mean by that?

Yuna knew something about psychological warfare, too. Her robe just 'happened' to fall open. Revealed was her jewel-toned turquoise bra and pantie set. But more embarrassing was how Ran's still bare boobs now lay on her own bared belly.

It must have taken twenty seconds before 'Ran' did become embarrassed and set the longer girl quickly down.

Short-twin-tailed Junko came to (her) with one of her sweatshirts. "Wear this." 'Ran' hesitated until the 10cm, 4" taller girl lited up the hem of the sweatshirt she herself was wearing. She, shaved, wasn't wearing panties. And her stiffies showed she wasn't wearing a bra.

"At least I don't gotta wear a bra and panties," (she) said, taking it and slipping it on. Glancing down at it, it said something in English [Just Do It]. But in marker pen was [Don't]; that had to be Junko's handwriting.

But (she) did take off 'her' panties. And scratched (her)self in relief.

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But 'Ran' wasn't entirely free to be a covered nudist. Even in this up-scale private school – as with typical Japanese schools – the students were responsible for daily chores, including janitorial. ("They're conditioning us to be housewives," Yuko 'joked'.) 'Ran' was assigned to go around the dorm room with a cleaning spray and cloth, looking for "leaks". Once (she) had seen how many "leaks" there were, Junko showed her the face towel she was sitting on. And the back of her sweatshirt.

'Ran' then realized most of the "leaks" were leaks and most of the leaks had come from (her). Being bottomless didn't entirely free her of cares.

(She), too, started sitting on clean tenugui towels when not in the bathroom.

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Hearing a scream, (she) woke up instantly and was on (her) feet, ready to defend-offend-retreat!

The action had been so fast and threatening, Noa screamed again and stumble back and away! (Straight into the back of the coach. There, she slid down it to the floor.) "You surprised me!" she yelled.

Only Yuko remained asleep. And Noa had to explain to the rest, "I was going to the bathroom, when I thought Ran was attacking me!" (Her jinbei pants were now wet.)

"Ran fights in her sleep," Junko told her. "We all do."

"But nobody fights more than Ran," Mao said. "It's annoying!"

"Surely, you have noticed, Noa, "Yuna said.

"You not too violent !"

"Maybe it was just because of the dream she was having," Junko mused. "Ran, do you remember what you dreamed?"

"It's fading. And confusing. Something with a pole-dancing panda." Just saying the word 'panda' made (her) hands become fists. If (she) saw one now, (she) was sure (she) would be more violent! After all, (her) bed was still in one piece.

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The wall clock said it was 6:36, a half-hour before spring sunrise. And, again, 'Ran' was the first one up. "Shouldn't they be up and doin' everything a girl needs to do before school?

"Oh! Right. This is a boardin' school. Don't hafta be in much of a hurry gettin' to class on time."

Still, they were athletes! Shouldn't they train? "Maybe I should become the team trainer! Yeah, that sounds like–"

A pillow hit (her). With an athlete's strength behind it. "Haven't you made enough noise?!" groused Yuko. "And why did you yell at a panda for not speaking Chinese?" She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

"Hmf! Wait until I train you," (she) grumbled, heading around the annoying furniture and out the door. (She) was still in the sweatshirt. Only.

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(She) didn't like the way the sweats' fabric rubbed against (her) nipples and, occasionally, something that would sometimes peak out of its hood. (She) thought (she) should know what it was called, but couldn't bring (her)self to remember. Of course there could have been more rubbing than there was if (her) body didn't have years of practice managing her boobs. {The cursed body's, that is.} But (she) figured the reason they didn't behave themselves even better was for the same reason (she) had to keep part of her mind on (her) pelvic muscles. Muscles that squeezed her girl muscles, too. (She) had to squeeze on those to keep from going when (she) didn't want to, or not when (she) didn't. Something else that greatly annoyed her. {Ah, the trace memory of the prostate.}

So, keeping (her) boobs under control meant it was yet another thing (her?) mind had to continually inventory! Mind power that could have been put to use in battles!

(She) could use a little dawn workout! It would help reassure (her).

"Love's Triangle!" three girls declared at once!

"Speak of the devils," 'Ran' smiled beneath (her) frown. (She) had been surrounded on three sides by three gymnastics ribbons, the ribbons went from one girl's right hand to the next girl's left. It looked like there was no way for them to go on the offense.

Until (she) looked near their feet. They each had croquet balls. Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnasts as they were, they effortlessly used their insteps to toss them at her. Or against the ribbons, then bouncing them at (her)!

Then 'Ran' had to pay attention not getting hit by the hard balls coming at her from every angle, hitting from every angle! (She) hoped (she)'d there would be enough attention left over to keep her interfering boobs and bladder under control!

The girls were an expert team! They moved as one to re-collect the balls with their feet to keep them in play! And they knew how to read (her)! Every time (she) was set to jump, a ball fell on (her) head! "Ow!" One time, (she) went up, got hit on the head, came down, only to find a ball under (her) feet. It took a great concentration to stay on top of the rolling ball. It was a good thing (she) had recently gone to the toilet.

Still, "Losers get janitor duty!"

"Winners get a date with male Ran!" , "A triple date!" , "No! A senpai before kohai!" , "We draw lots!"

Their concentration broken by a disintegrating sense of being a team, 'Ran' was able to easily win. (She) pulled first ribbon one to ribbon two, then them to ribbon three, tying them. (She) then kicked the balls at the fleeing girls, bowling them over!

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While the one girl was getting a mop, the other two bought (her) a soggy hamburger and a can of melon juice from vending machines. "How long were you girls waitin' to ambush me?"

"Too long," said the girl with a perm.

"And you stayed quiet. And couldn't agree on how all of you were gonna date the other Ran(?)" 'Ran' was sure that was the answer.

"Yeah," the girl with the brown streak in her black hair.

"You interested in pre-dawn sparrin'?"

The two looked at each other. "Uh, um,..." , " Pre- dawn?" They came to a silent agreement. "Saki is the Morning Lark!" , "You don't want drowsy, sluggish Night Owls like us." , "That's right: Look! We still have time to hit the snooze alarm before it rings!" , "Bye, Ran-san!" , "Try us at night!" , " Why'd you say that, Stupid!"

Saki saw the others' retreat and joined them.

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The rest of the Room 13ers had also finished breakfast, but they hadn't finished getting ready for class. 'Ran', though, was as dressed as (she) had be. Looking down over the oversized middy, the red neckerchief and (her) bust, the non-reg knee skirt and (her) thighs, bare stretch of short legs, anklet socks and at what (she) was told were called Mary Janes-style slippers. They made (her) feet feel trapped. Couldn't they at least let (her) have nudist toes!

"Ran-sama, there is something you need to know," Kasumi-san said, coming into the wrong hall.

"Please don't electric shock me again!" pleaded ninja Sasuke to security guard Oto.