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[Scene: A quiet classroom after hours. The desks are empty, the sun is setting, casting orange light across the room. Kintaro Oe is already seated, notebook out, eyes gleaming. Ayame Kajou/Blue Snow bursts in wearing her infamous panties-on-head disguise.]
Ayame (grinning, hands on hips):
So, you're the guy with the legendary perverted spirit, huh? Kintaro Oe?
Kintaro (serious nod, then sudden nosebleed):
Indeed. I study perversion in all its forms… for academic purposes, of course!
Ayame (pulls out a megaphone):
THEN IT’S TIME FOR A PERVERSION TEST MATCH!!
Level 1: "Mild Shock and Awe."
Kintaro:
My body is ready.
[ROUND 1: Ayame Tests on Kintaro]
Ayame (whips out a paper labeled “Forbidden Words of Eros – Lite Edition”):
I shall now whisper sweet obscenities into your ear. Level 1… moist vocabulary.
Kintaro (already trembling with anticipation):
Please… educate me.
Ayame (leans in, voice husky):
“…Panty pudding.”
Kintaro (eyes widen, mouth agape, drool forming):
Panty… what?! My neurons… they’re firing on all fronts…!
Ayame:
“…Tactile tofu-tampering…”
Kintaro (gasping):
What kind of cuisine of carnality is this?!
[He slams his face into his notebook, mumbling furiously.]
Kintaro:
Must document… the poetic depravity…!
[ROUND 2: Kintaro Tests on Ayame]
Kintaro (suddenly switches roles, striking a dramatic pose):
Now, my turn. Prepare for the art of observation perversion! I shall sketch you fully clothed… yet focus on the contours… the sacred geometry.
Ayame (crosses arms, smirking):
Try me. I wear panties on my head to fight censorship, remember?
Kintaro (already sketching furiously):
Yes… yes… the angle of your rebellious stance… the wind lifting the skirt of justice… the sheer defiance in your knee-socks…!
Ayame (eyebrow twitching):
…You’re getting weirdly detailed. I feel 30% more exposed and I’m still in full uniform.
Kintaro (leans back, eyes shining):
A true pervert needs no nudity. Only… artistic fervor.
Ayame (whistles, impressed):
I underestimated you, Kintaro. You’re like a Picasso of perversion.
Kintaro (bows):
And you, madam, are a Shakespeare of smut.
[Scene ends with both of them sitting back-to-back, slightly winded, sipping from juice boxes.]
Ayame:
Level 1 passed. You got guts.
Kintaro:
And you got imagination. Shall we try Level 2 next?
Ayame (smirks):
Bring a helmet.