Believe it or not, most of the adults actually did quite like the way things were now. Dirty jokes were outlawed. Explicit sexuality of any kind was illegal. It made sense to a certain mature mindset, but what didn't make sense to them was that anyone at all would have a problem with this.
Let's take, just as an example, a young teacher. Her name was Yoshiko Mitsuya, and if anyone ever wanted to flip through a dictionary to look up the word “teacher”, and it was the kind of dictionary which deliberately set aside pictorial examples of the word, then her picture might be there. She was practically born to it. There was little more that she liked to do than educate.
This twenty-five-year-old had just finished teacher training, and was already teaching language at one of the most prestigious and moral schools in the country. Her methods were precise. Her discipline swift, severe where it needed to be and light where required. And above all else her results spoke for themselves, thank you very much.
Of less importance was her physical appearance, which she only took care of because appearances do matter, even in a world where dirty jokes are illegal. She wore her light brown hair in a tight bun, and hid the remainder behind a white bonnet. She wore a long, proper dress, dark red to differentiate herself from the student attire. And on her nose were a pair of rectangular glasses without any actual glass in them. They were simply there to provide the impression, and distract the students from seeing her pretty young face.
She walked into the teacher's lounge, and found it empty save for a face that was quite unfamiliar. Now, Yoshiko was not a stupid woman by any stretch. She remembered hearing that a brand-new science teacher had been hired recently: This must be him. Her first impression: Unfavourable. There was a glaze in his eyes as though he were either daydreaming or drunk, though her acute nose did not detect the remotest trace of alcohol.
Yoshiko picked up a heavy encyclopedia, and dropped it on a desk. This appeared to have the desired effect, making the young man stand up quickly and turn around to face her, where she met him with a professional yet charming smile. She should know. She had practised it.
"Good morning," she said with a short curtsey. "And you are...?"
"Call me Rick," the man said. "I am the new science teacher. I apologise if I seemed a little out of sorts. You see, you might say it's been a bit of a dream of mine to teach at a school like this."
Ah. That was something she could understand. Someone with a passion for teaching would surely be thrilled to be chosen to educate at this establishment. One of, if not the, highest moral scores in the nation. Persistently ever since such matters were under scrutiny.
"And I am Yoshiko," she politely said. "A pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working with you."
Rick tilted his head and smiled at her, just slightly. It was strange, but she couldn't quite place what kind of smile it actually was. She had never seen one quite like it before.
"It's such a moral school you've got here," Rick said, almost absently. "It's really quite... Impressive. Especially given recent developments from that mysterious Blue Snow."
Yoshiko's mouth turned up into a half sneer at the mention of the ero-terrorist's name. "That girl is quite clearly lacking in her education," Yoshiko carefully said, absently smacking the back of one hand into the open palm of another. "Unfortunately, it is my experience that, prestigious though the school may be, some of the staff are content to rest upon the laurels of that reputation with no intention of improving. I trust that you will not be the same, Mister Rick?"
"Of course not!" Rick said, flashing a dazzling smile, and... All of a sudden the room seemed a great deal warmer. "In fact, I've been meaning to speak to some of the other teachers about a whole new anti-degeneracy program I've thought up. If you're interested... Miss Yoshiko? Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, quite alright," Yoshiko said through increasingly laboured breathing. She took off her glasses and put them and her bonnet on the table. "I'm just rather hot, that's all."
"Sounds about right..." Rick said. "Please, sit down. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Not at all," she firmly replied. "Instead... Please tell me more about your program."
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There are many tools at the disposal of a perverted invader. The first thing you have to do in all cases is get a sampling of the local taste. Once you have your foot in the door, you can always push it open wider.
Well, after being at an SOX meeting and spending some time with Anna, Rick had his fill of the local flavour. Then along comes this pretty young lady, and he's got himself a prime opportunity to test things out. After all. His plan would definitely require some level of cooperation from the teaching staff. Right? Right!
So, step one: A simple analysis. That was the real strength they had, you understand. When they were powered up, they could tell at a glance what a person's turn-ons and turn-offs were.
Except. Funny thing? For some weird reason when he used this power on her, it was almost as though he was somehow hitting all of her buttons without actually touching her. Which was a bit anomalous. Probably nothing to worry about, or so he thought at the time. Ohohoh, later on he'd want to reach back in time, slap himself, take the thought right out of his brain and beat it to death with a tire iron, but right at that moment it seemed perfectly reasonable.
"I have designed a new uniform intended to make life more difficult for certain elements," he explained, reaching across the desk to gently rub the very image of the sexy, strict teacher that had come to life before his very eyes. A tiny little infusement of perverted energy to get her interested, and in no time flat she'd be putty in his hands. "It is rather difficult to explain, so I shall show you later on if you want."
"Sounds good..." she slurred in response. He felt the tiny, tiny pulse of perverted energy enter her body and she shuddered. Obviously because she was repressed from living in this anti-erotic world. That was why he was being careful with her, you must understand. Overload her, and it would blow his cover. She reached up and undid the boring bun her hair was tied up in, letting it hang freely down her shoulders, and he sent another little pulse in, not much but enough to get her juices flowing.
"Another part of the problem is that students don't really know what they're supposed to try to avoid in the first place," Rick continued with a charming smile. Though, really, he was smiling at the chance to reduce another prim and proper young lady into a hot, dripping mess. Right now she was closing her eyes and biting her lip. Just a little more and she'd be on his side! The perfect start to corrupting the faculty! "So we need to carefully train a select few so that they can recognise it."
"Yes!" Yoshiko announced, quickly standing up while grabbing Rick very, very firmly around the wrists. My goodness. She was stronger than she ohgod! A perfect judo flip, right over the desk and onto the floor! Rick tried to stand up, but a heeled foot on his chest warned him against that particular course of action. As did the hand still grabbing his wrist very tightly. "Of course! It makes perfect sense! No wonder they fall so easily for Blue Snow's corruption!"
Which was right at the moment that Rick looked up, and saw that the pretty young teacher he'd been seducing had... (one, two... three... four...) five pink hearts in multiple layers and configurations, seemingly etched into her eyes.
"Your insights are so keen," she said, leaning down to lick the back of his hand. "You will surely help us elevate our educational standards." And now she was sucking on his fingers. Oh, boy. Ohhhhh boy! Rick turned slightly and saw a glass filled with water. It wasn't much, but it let him look at himself properly... And what he saw was probably not a good thing.
Namely: His own perverted aura was way more overloaded than he first expected. Easily double the recommended amount that even their boss could carry around safely. Which meant that even the most basic techniques that he knew better than how to walk would have wild and unpredictable results, because he'd be discharging far, far too much hentai reserves without meaning to! How the hell had that happened? That Anna girl... had feeding off her perversion tainted his own aura in some way? How on any earth had he managed to find someone, in a world where dirty jokes did not exist, with such a completely filthy and perverted aura?
"We should continue our discussion," Yoshiko said, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her dress landed elsewhere in the room. Rick couldn't see quite where. "Once we educate one another of what to warn the students to stay away from... Naturally!"
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Raiki Gouriki was the sort of person that was easily misunderstood. After all, would anyone really believe that someone with the general appearance and disposition of a gorilla enjoyed heading out onto the rooftop for the simple sake of enjoying the clean and fresh air?
They probably wouldn't. And it turned out to be a good thing that he developed this good habit. Otherwise, one of the school's most gifted prodigies could have suffered through a major medical event.
"Otome Saotome!" Raiki gasped, or at least he thought he had gasped when actually it was more like a bellow. He rushed over to the small artist, who was twitching and trembling on the rooftop with a pen in her mouth and a blank canvas clattered over at her feet. She must have been intending to draw something, but was overcome by... Something terrible! "Please try to remain calm," he said, drawing upon medical training. "I shall bring a doctor immediately."
"I- I saw it!" Otome struggled out. "I saw it all! Through that window! It was beyond my expectations! The intensity... The passion! I am overwhelmed by the desire to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!"
All of a sudden Raiki found himself being lifted bodily by a girl that only came up to his waist. He looked down, and it almost appeared to him as though her eyes had been completely replaced with bright shining stars. Such fearsome determination! Whatever it is that she had seen must have been a tremendous inspiration!
It seemed to him at that moment that this must surely be the difference between a normal person and a true genius. The drive to create and express your emotions. It brought a small tear to this big gorilla's eyes.
"I'll draw it!" Otome yelled. Now she was bench pressing him up above her head in what, if Raiki recalled correctly, was called a "gorilla press" by wrestling fans. "I'll draw it! I'll draw iiiiiiit!"
And then, much to Raiki's utter dismay, the girl standing beneath him and holding him up suddenly wasn't. As in. Never mind being underneath him. She wasn't on the roof at all. Somehow, without him even noticing she had managed to grab her pen and paper and dashed down the stairwell back inside before he landed quite, quite heavily onto the roof.
"Forget that plan!" Raiki said. "Instead... Could you please be the one to bring me a doctor?"
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To those in the know: The sight of Ayame skipping happily down the corridor like this meant one of two things: One, she had thought of a really clever dirty joke. Two, she was in the process of coming up with a really clever way to tell a dirty joke to a lot of people and get away with it.
Well, add a third to that last! Ayame had to admit, she didn't really understand this whole "parallel world spreading hentainess" deal this Rick guy had going on. But still! She was excited like a virgin entering his very first strip club. He had barely been here a day and yet she could already taste the change in the air!
However. Even if he was doing his end of the deal it was still up to her to do hers. After all, she was no selfish lover: She would uphold her end to ensure mutual satisfaction! What that meant was, Blue Snow had to be on the lookout for the very first opportunity to make another public appearance. Something big. Something attention getting. Something she could really sink her teeth into.
An opportunity would come soon enough. For the sake of short-term gratification she would continue current operations. Which meant visiting Otome in this unused clubroom she just so happened to have the key for, where she could meet up with Otome and ensure some of her wonderful erotic drawings could be spread around the school. Otome had a copy as well, of course, and they had to be careful not to be seen leaving or entering the room. So Ayame looked around. Saw nobody. Checked the corners of the corridor. Nothing. She was certain she wasn't being followed by anyone, and so she crept into the room -
It was dark. Pitch black in here. The lights were off. Now, that didn't make the remotest bit of sense. It was still daylight. There should be light coming through the windows, and yet... Ayame wouldn't even be able to see a dick hanging directly in front of her nose!
"Ku, ku, ku..."
"Otome?" Ayame asked. Her hand fumbled for a lightswitch in the dark, like a nervous lover trying to concentrate on satisfying their partner. She felt paper on the walls. Not, like, wallpaper. Paper, paper. The texture is wildly different, and furthermore -
"Ku, ku, ku!"
The light came on, and for a moment it hurt her eyes. This quickly faded, and her gaze initially settled on the hunched-over figure perched in the middle of the room with a pen in her wildly grinning mouth, not a stitch of clothing on her body, and -
And now she could see the drawings. There were drawings all over the wall. Covering every square inch. Even the door and the windows, the floor, the ceiling. Every single square inch.
"Ku, ku, ku... My mouth really hurts, by the way."
There was one over there. A woman being bent over a table. While being screwed from behind. Another over there where she was facing her lover with her legs locked quite firmly behind his back. And another here where she was on top. And another here where he was on top. And another, and another, each in different positions but each showing the same two lovers.
"How... Pleasant..." Ayame twitched.
- Rick is running for his life, and accidentally creates further "Anna-alikes" as he does so.
- Hyouka is furiously taking notes while interrogating her usual subject.
- Hyouka heads off to question Rick on Tanukichi's advice.
- Ayame reacts quite well to the realisation that her new crush has just slept with another woman.
- Kosuri decides to spread her own brand of chaos.
- Something else
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