[Shiho can't help the grin that curls at the edges of her mouth when she sees that grimace. This was almost better than squeamish people in serial killer thrillers.

Almost, until she sees him looking around. And there only needs to be a mention of an old pervert for her to know who he's talking about. She crosses her arms, immediately on the defensive. As if she'd be afraid of some old pervert-lolicon with a school uniform fetish. She'll badmouth him until he shows up.]

You'd better not be a lolicon, if you know what's good for you. You don't want to end up old and balding and with a middle school uniform fetish.

[Being Hyoubu is like being a disease, as far as Shiho is concerned.]