Erected in the center of town near Tokioka Academy, the firm, solid Tower of Purity was unveiled from its sheets on a humid Friday night. The press gathered to witness formal statements from Sophia Nishikinomiya, standing at the base of its shaft. A proud, dignified expression remained on her face.

"This structure serves as the perfect observation point to spot lewd acts before they start, and coordinate Peacemaker signals to stop potential deviants in their tracks." She put a hand to the shoulder of her smiling daughter, Anna, pulling her in for a photo op. "But more than that, it's a monument to the perversion-free future we're forging for our children. In the shadow of this structure, the righteous will know that they're safe. And the unsanitary, shameless degenerates who try to convert them will tremble under our unwavering vigilance. If you have nothing to hide, there is nothing to fear."

The politician waved a hand, and ordered the building to be revealed from its wraps. Applause sounded...

-quickly turning to cries of horror and confusion as they saw the building itself. From top to bottom, the glass windows were plastered in obscenity. Illustrations of buxom women with sloppy tentacles. Men embracing each other on all body parts. A sheet fluttered off into Anna's delicate hands - prompting her to gaze in curious fascination at the bizarre image, depicting an anthropomorphic dragon atop a car.

"Cut the feed! Burn it all!" Her mother clutched all the stray porn pics she could, ripping them to shreds. "Who's responsible for this - this filth!?"

Two silhouettes rose above the building top. Searchlights focused on them: a lean woman wearing nothing but a fluttering ghost-like sheet from the neck down, and pure white panties over her face, black hair flowing in the wind like a cape. A step to her right, a brunet stood with a similar underwear-mask, a green cowl around his neck, garter-belts joining black undies and stockings, bare chest exposed.

Across the air, melodic laughter sounded. The ghostly figure flung her arm out, exposing the sideboob beneath.

"Oh-HOHOHOHO! The masses are once again blessed by Blue Snow's evening dew!" Barely covered at all, the masked madwoman, Blue Snow, dished out fresh copies of pornography to the audience below. "Our erotic freedom group, SOX, has a message to commemorate this structure's grand opening: There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Between handfuls of illustrations, her associate looked down the side of the tower, and shrieked. "There's no time, Blue Snow, quick, just chuck it!"

"What's chafin' you?" She turned around, the makeshift disguise barely hiding her smirk. "Aroused by heights?"

He pointed below. "Look, we have company!"

Anna was no longer at the podium; but climbing up the face of the multiple-storey building, ripping the obscene posters to shreds between her perfect nails as she propelled herself up at breakneck speeds. Her albino bob cut flowed with her movement; blue eyes glowing with dedication; open jaws emitting steam into the damp night air; long skirt revealing her white panties to the public below. "I found you, SOX! Once I strip those undergarments from your heads... Tanukichi Okuma will finally see how just and moral I am!" The nervous male SOX member tried to dump pamphlets on her - but she kept climbing, strong upper body strength rupturing windowpanes.

Panic spread across Blue Snow's yellow eyes, lashes standing on end. "Pull out!" She commanded. Dirty mags flung behind her as a diversion, she jumped off into the shadows, a twinkle into the surrounding skyscrapers.

Her sidekick received a centerfold right in the face, swatting it aside, before following her - right out of Anna's powerful grasp.

The silver-haired student council president panted on the rooftop, sweating, a grin trembling on her soft lips. Her mother below arranged a cleanup crew for the papers, a search squad for the perpetrators, and a helicopter pickup for her child. Looking at the stars, she clasped her palms. "Every time... I get just a little closer to catching them... And a little closer to Mr. Okuma...!"

***

Morning. All rose early.

The student council - along with the prefects - oversaw volunteers undressing the Tower of Purity. Thanks to their efforts, the windows were very nearly clear from any images of scissoring, paizuri, or Star Fox characters.

Tanukichi Okuma stared up at the structure, rubbing his brown hair. "Still can't believe they did all that..."

Anna patted his shoulder, making his blood go cold. "Not to worry! My dearest mother has assured us that the building will be open for business before the end of the weekend."

Raiki Gouriki groaned, crossing his huge muscles. His sideburns flared up. "What good is that when those lousy ero-terrorists are still at large?"

Ayame Kajou, with a sour expression, adjusted her glasses. "Very large. We're not getting anywhere."

Oboro Tsukimigusa, the head prefect, stepped away from the site of the incident. "They won't be an issue anymore."

Tanukichi turned his head at this announcement. "What?"

Tsukimigusa used a Peacemaker bracelet to display a holographic image of small droplets on the rooftop. "The materials used in The Tower's construction retain sweat and prints very clearly. Blue Snow's bare feet have left copious amounts of both. In terms of forensic analysis, these traces are just as effective as fingerprints. The identity of SOX's ringleader is in our grasp."

Ayame looked close at the damp splotches, her upper lip stiff. "...Make sure you're grasping firmly. Hard cases like this can get real slippery when wet."

Anna nodded. "Ayame's right, we can't relax yet! But still, thank you all for your dedication and loyalty. A righteous world where we can live together in harmony is coming soon. I can feel it." Though she addressed them as a group, she kept staring directly at Okuma's worried face. "Now, we should all take nice, long showers to wipe ourselves clean of this naughtiness."

As the meeting ended, both Ayame and Tanukichi stuck behind. With the others out of earshot, Kajou clenched her glasses, undid her braids, grit her teeth, and wailed out.

"FuuuuuuUUUUUCK!" She dropped and rolled back and forth on the ground while wailing, as if her uniform were on fire. "Shit-Piss-Balls-Fuck-Ass-Dick-Anal-Tits-Clit-Shit! Those cocksucking nipplefuckers! We're dead! They're gonna rub us out! Stick forks in all my orifices and embalm me with jizz, we're FUCKED!"

The boy beside her sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Ahh, yes. The very image of patient and thoughtful leadership you'd expect from SOX."

Leaning out behind the building, her wide magenta hair slick and firm, one of the covert SOX operatives - Kosuri Onigashira - snickered. "She'd usually drop a C-Bomb or two. Kosuri thinks our glorious leader is getting soft."

"Getting soft?" Ayame sprung up, dusting herself off. "I'll have you know I, Blue Snow, am rock-solid 24-7!"

Tanukichi groaned. "You should get that checked."

"You want to check me out?" Her gold eyes widened in feigned surprise.

He waved her away with a single hand. "Reeeaally not the time for that!"

Kosuri shivered in place. "Yeah. With these biometrics, and this creepy level of surveillance, they're gonna fry us soon enough. So scary!"

Ayame nodded. "It blows. My own bodily fluids rebelling against me... most times that happens, I'm wearing a pad. They're so underhanded - and I'm supposed to be the one with her hands in under-areas!"

From the other side of the building, the shortest member of SOX - Otome Saotome - chewed on a pencil's tip, shaking her head at the burnt and shredded papers scattered amid the stone tiles. "I can't believe they're defacing my masterpieces like this! Has this world no more respect for fine art?"

Ayame shook her head. "No respect for anything fun. It started with the NoFap movement overseas. One by one, sites like Tumblr and PornHub fell. Now, we can't even scream 'I wanna big globby creampie' at the top of our lungs without people looking at us weird. It's literally George Orwell's 1969!"

Tanukichi said, "You mean 1984."

She fired back: "It was printed in 1949. Get your facts straight. The point is, the morality squad is hunting us down like a modern John MacAfee!"

He squinted. "A modern Joe McCarthy, you mean?"

"No, like we're viruses in a computer system! This is a heinous infringement on our tights!"

"An infringement our rights."

"Yeah, you said it!"

"Only because you baited me!"

"What can I say? I'm a master baiter."

Drawing back, cringing, Okuma couldn't help but keep looking at stray pieces of tentacle hentai that escaped the cleaners' efforts. "Maybe we should rethink our approach. We keep tossing these pictures at people, but they're not all... biologically accurate. There's a lot that this stuff can't teach."

"Like?" Ayame leaned over the paper, brushing her finger over the illustrated suction cups.

"Like, I don't know... Proper birth control methods?"

"Hmm, actually..." She put her hand to her chin, taking a pause. "That's using your noodle, Tanukichi. And I mean your upper one, not that saucy spaghetti and meatballs in your boxers." He instinctively covered his groin as she paced about. "It sounds dull at first, but by showing contraception in the right light, SOX could make it ooze with fun."

Kosuri lifted a hand: "Objection. We can't get access to many rubbers or pills with all the import restrictions!"

Otome worked at her sketchbook, eyeing Tanukichi. "And we've only got one set of tubes we can snip. How do we demonstrate anything that way?"

Ayame looked over both girls, herself, and the sole boy on the team. "I hate to say it, but you two are right. SOX has big balls, figuratively, but only two honest-to-god love spuds! The government's blueballed your plans, Tanukichi!" She clenched her fist in anguish. "And there's still no morning-after pill for the prints I left last night! I'm sorry..."

She leaned over, looking distraught. He started to reach out. "Hey, it's okay - I don't mind the jokes about my nads that much..."

"Not that. I'm sorry I had to drag you all into this... Only for our efforts to be so flaccid." She swallowed. "We've brought shame upon our fallen comrades who've sacrificed themselves to the cause of dirty jokes... And... and I don't know how to make it up."

Ayame appeared to wilt in the imposing black shadow of the Tower of Purity. A shadow that stretched further still - a bizarre, cold blot that made the entire skyline unfamiliar and dizzying.