He could feel it burning a hole in his pocket. The badge was sitting there, nestled snugly up against his thigh taunting him, jeering at him, begging him to use it. Abuse it. Then feel the wicked sting of Responsibility swarm over him like an angry hornet's nest. Look at him. His hands were shaking. He couldn't even enjoy watching those girls line up for the drinking fountain and bend... slightly... over... to take a sip...
"Oh! This stupid fountain! All over my top!"
Heh. Well, okay. He could enjoy it a little. Not as much as he might normally, but... his fingers were twitching. He wanted to carefully note down how everyone was getting on with their new uniforms so he could write that report out by the end of the day, which was badly interfering in his ability to enjoy the artistry of it, you know? Watching all these girls strut around in those revealing uniforms. Happy as clams, barely even seeming to register the way the boys were checking them out and even kind of starting to get into it -
Say, that was an interesting angle he could explore. The psychology of feeling sexually desirable in a controlled and safe environ- Oooh, it almost had him that time! Deep breath! Deep breath!
"Think about the threesome," Ataru muttered to himself. "Think about the threesome you'll be having with Lum and Ran later on tonight." Hoooh. Inhale, exhale. Feel the anticipation. Feel the dream coming true. Enjoy the moment. Forget about the Responsibility and the Consequences, think about the amazing sex you're going to be having by days end.
Ah, but that was later. This was now! Lust was always truly the sin of impatience in its original form, the meaning twisted around by the evolution of language into its sexual connotations - so why should he wait to get some action when he could so easily use this magical authority badge to cut loose! He could pretend to be a dressing room inspector - right up until he actually became one. Or he could adopt some kind of medical role to persuade girls to let him take their measurements...
"Moroboshi!"
Or he could get lifted up by the scruff of the neck and come face to face with the... let's see... third or fourth most ugly face he encountered in his everyday life. His teacher, Onsen-Mark.
"I know that grin you got on your stupid face right now," Onsen-Mark said. "You only ever smile like that when your alien bride to be has brought some freaky something or other from outer space that'll turn the classroom upside down! Well, I'm not having it today! Hand it over, and if you behave you'll get it back later!"
"I'm not up to anything," Ataru protested. Onsen-Mark gave him a cold flat look. "No, really! I'm not planning or scheming or plotting anything at all!"
"Empty your pockets," Onsen-Mark said. "Think of this as an inspection. No trying to get out of it, got it?"
"Well, okay. If you insist..." Ataru sighed. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the badge and held it right into Onsen-Mark's big dumb face. "Hi, here's my school ID. I'm a certified teacher inspector, come to investigate your class!"
Not quite as perverted as he might have liked, but...
“Bu-but you look just like Moroboshi!” Onsen Mark said.
“Yes that’s my cover, people will think I’m Ataru Moroboshi.”
"Ah! Terribly sorry, sir!" Down he went back onto his feet. "That does explain a few things. I had thought Moroboshi was too well behaved today, and you're honestly much more likable, charming and you speak with much greater degrees of intelligence than that troublemaker."
He'd let that slide for now. Before long the badge would compel him to take this role seriously, so he was on the clock to have some fun with this. Now, where should he begin...?
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It turns out that getting a cute girl laid was harder in this crazy school than Shinobu had first thought. She had compiled a list of all the eligible bachelors. Then scored their names off the list one by one for numerous reasons: Secretly gay, actually a girl pretending to be a boy because of wacky, non abusive shenanigans, actually a trio of super intelligent mice piloting a human suit because of unrelated wacky shenanigans, secretly a ghost, a collective dream of the school, etc.
So then she'd broadened her scope. Included all of the boys in school that weren't actually eligible bachelors. Then scored through most of those because (pretty much by definition) they were either in a relationship already or were a part of Lum's fanclub. Which was obviously a disqualifying factor, she shouldn't even need to explain why. Look at her, sitting there in that modified uniform waving all friendly at Shinobu when she knew what she had done!
All of which ultimately left her with two: Mendo and Ataru. The two biggest perverts in the school. On the one hand, Mendo was rich and handsome and charming and actually fully capable of hiding his perverted intentions. On the other hand.
That thought did finish, by the way. She was pretty sure that the second Ryuunosuke showed him any interest, Mendo would be all over her. The same was true for pretty much every other girl in school.
Which left Shinobu with one inevitable option. She was going to have to bite the bullet and rock Ryuunosuke's booty. Look at her over there filling out that evening gown. In desperate need of some feminine confidence. In herself. In her appeal. Her incredibly potent appeal. What with her flawless leg, her no longer restrained breasts, her healthy figure and cutesy almost handsome face.
Yep. The things you have to do for your friends. Sometimes in order to help them out you absolutely have to take them to dinner and sex them. All night long. Just... sex them. Oof! Was it warm in here today or something, she hadn't heard there was going to be a heatwave.
The door to the classroom flew open, and then a certain man stepped through. All students within stopped lounging in their seats and began to pay close attention as Onsen-Mark walked in with his head held high and his shoulders frighteningly unslumped. He was sweating nervously, and that made every student in class sweat as well.
Imagine, if you will, that there's a grumpy gorilla that hangs around all the time getting in the way of your fun. Then one day it suddenly cops a different attitude than usual for no reason that you can see. Its normally irate attitude drops away, and its body language becomes almost genial.
You'd start to panic too.
And then Ataru entered the classroom. He swanned off to his seat and put his feet up on the desk like he owned the place, and had the biggest shit eating grin she ever did see, and last year he won the "Biggest Shit Eating Grin In Japan" contest (which earned his family a lifetime's supply of manure which they couldn't resell and didn't have a hope of using).
"Alright, class!" Onsen-Mark said, rubbing his hands together and - oh lord above and below it must be worse than she thought - smiling. "Does everyone remember where we left off? Yes, Mister Moroboshi?"
... did he just show Ataru Moroboshi some respect? That didn't - what?!
"As I recall, you were about to give me and Lum permission to make out all we wanted in class for the rest of the year."
Fucking... What? What the fuck was this now?! Had she heard that right? Shinobu slowly blinked, trying to wake herself up. That... what?!
"R-Right, of course," Onsen-Mark stammered. "Uh... I don't see what that has to do with... You know...?"
"You said something about 'incentives for good behaviour'," Ataru grinned. "In fact... Weren't you also about to say that I'm the member of this class responsible -" He made a yeuch sound and stuck out his tongue to get rid of the bad taste. Which made sense for Ataru. "-For monitoring the effects the experimental uniform has on our classmates? I will need to keep a very close eye on them, even during class time. You'll ignore when I do this, since that is part of my duties. Inspecting, and all?"
“How did Moroboshi get that job?” One student whispered, and cue Onsen-Mark tossing an eraser at his head which was perfectly in line with the teacher's normal attitude... But then nothing else happened, to Shinobu’s surprise. She had expected the class to start rioting, herself included. But it was like… well, like it made sense Ataru to do it.
Which only added to her own concerns. Something was definitely up here, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it pronto.
- Ataru finds himself drawn into Responsibility faster than he expects.
- Ataru actually manages to enjoy himself for a little bit first.
- Shutaro Mendo is being bullied. All's right with the world.
- Shinobu starts her investigation into what's up with Ataru.
- Something else
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