Impty?

"Impty?" Hunter asked, tilting his head,

his expression caught somewhere

between confusion and mild concern.

"It's something I made up,"

Yukio replied nonchalantly,

waving a hand as if her words

carried the weight of genius.

"You invented something?" Hunter questioned,

his tone dripping with playful skepticism,

one eyebrow raised in mock doubt.

"Yes, I did invent this!" Yukio shot back,

her cheeks flushing slightly as she puffed up her chest,

clearly trying to maintain her composure.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

Hunter smirked, leaning in just enough to make her squirm.

"Well, considering your tits are bigger than your brain,

yeah, I'd say it's a little hard to believe there's

much knowledge up there."

Yukio froze, her face instantly turning crimson.

Her hands instinctively hovered over her

chest as if to shield herself.

"ARE THEY THAT BIG?!" she blurted,

glancing down at herself with a mix of

shock and mortification.

(There he goes again!) Yukio thought,

her brain spinning like a hamster wheel on overdrive.

(Why do I feel more excited than insulted?

What the hell is wrong with me?!)

Her fingers twitched against her shirt as a

different thought snuck in.

(Wait… was he just pointing out how huge my boobs are?

Or is it that he thinks I'm dumb? Oh my god, is it both?!)

Hunter couldn't hold back his laughter.

The ridiculousness of the moment sent him into a

fit of chuckles that echoed down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Yukio's internal storm raged on,

her embarrassment battling against an inexplicable thrill.

"You're so mean, you know that!" Yukio huffed,

her cheeks flushed, though her

tone carried a hint of playfulness.

"And you're so cute when you're flustered,"

Hunter shot back smoothly,

his smirk widening as he reveled in her reaction.

(YOU THINK I'M CUTE?!) Yukio's thoughts screamed

as her face burned brighter. She stepped closer,

trying to regain control of the situation.

Placing her hands lightly on his chest, she leaned in.

"Okay, Hunter, Mr. Boldness," she began,

her voice soft but challenging,

determined to turn the tables on him.

"Who the hell says that?" Hunter interrupted,

raising an eyebrow at her choice of words.

Yukio rolled her eyes dramatically,

brushing off his comment. "Anyway," she continued,

clearing her throat, "we're gonna

play a game of Impty. I.M.P.T.Y."

Hunter tilted his head slightly.

"Is that an acronym?" he asked,

his curiosity piqued despite himself.

"Yes," Yukio replied with a mischievous grin.

"It stands for I'm More Perverted Than You.

But you're supposed to scream it!"

Hunter blinked, staring at her in utter disbelief.

"What kind of game is this?" he muttered,

though Yukio's infectious enthusiasm made

him lean in just a little closer.

"The idea of the game," Yukio explained,

her smile widening with pride,

"is to out-pervert the opposing player.

We can choose any target and set any goals.

The only ways to lose are if you get caught,

the target tells you to stop,

or your act ends up being less perverted than your opponent's."

Hunter's face twisted into an expression of pure disbelief.

"So… in other words, sexual assault?"

"Exactly!" Yukio replied cheerfully,

as if she'd just presented the most

groundbreaking idea since sliced bread.

"That sounds like a game for virgins,"

Hunter deadpanned, his tone flat as he crossed his arms.

"Sounds like you're scared to lose,"

Yukio teased, leaning in closer

and poking him in the chest with her finger.

Hunter gritted his teeth,

trying to keep his composure.

Yukio smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Maybe you're just all talk, Hunter.

Unless, of course, you're actually… a woman."

Her words hung in the air like a challenge,

and before he could respond, she added with mock innocence,

"In other words… a pussy."

Hunter's eye twitched at the provocation,

his pride cracking under the pressure.

But Yukio wasn't done. She leaned back,

crossing her arms confidently as her grin grew wider.

"You claim to be more perverted than me,

but here you are, hesitating. Meanwhile,

I do this kind of thing on the daily.

I'm practically an expert."

Hunter glared at her,

his pride fully engaged now.

"I like how you're trying to use my morality against me,"

he muttered, though his tone betrayed his wavering resolve.

"Oh, really, Mr. Pervert?"

Yukio shot back, her voice dripping with mock authority.

"The self-proclaimed king of perversion doesn't

even have the balls to do something I've already mastered?"

Hunter clenched his fists,

his pride winning over his common sense.

"Alright, you know what?

Fuck it! You're on!

I'll prove right here and now that

I'm way more perverted than you, Yukio."

"That's the spirit,"

Yukio said with a victorious smirk,

her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

"Let the games begin!"