"Because you're the one harassing me!"

"What are you talking about?" Amethyst asked incredulously, "How is you asking to see me with my pants down me harassing you?"

"Now see, that's not how I remember it," Mr. Dinger said, with an odd smile on his face that made the purple-haired girl uneasy, "I recall us having a perfectly innocent conversation about your unique hair color, until you asked me if I wanted to see if 'the carpet matched the drapes'. When I tried to politely refuse, you started begging me to look at your, how did you put it? Oh yeah, 'hairy little pussy'. And you wouldn't stop until I agreed to come over here and let you flash me. Which I only agreed to in order to avoid drawing the attention of everyone in the library, and preserve at least some of your dignity."

Amethyst scowled, "Yeah right, like anyone would believe such a crazy story."

"Except it's all true, isn't it?" he replied, "Crazy as it sounds, you really did do that."

Amethyst's scowl weakened significantly upon hearing this, being replaced on her face by a luminescent blush. He was right: even now, she remembered how **** she sounded trying to convince the teacher to let her flash her crotch at him. She wasn't even sure why she wanted to show him her pubic hair so badly, but she couldn't deny the truth to him anymore.

"Y-Yeah, maybe I did," she stammered, "But it's not like anyone will take your word over mine..."

"Because your sincerity means you always tell the truth, right?" Mr. Dinger finished with a knowing smile on his face.

"Yes, that's right..." Amethyst answered, growing more uneasy as she realized where he was going with this.

"Well, then I have nothing to worry about," he said, "Because if someone did ask you if that's what happened, you'd tell them the truth, wouldn't you?"

Amethyst wanted to deny it so badly, but he was right: she could never lie, to herself or anyone else. So instead she sighed and muttered, "...I would."

"That's what I thought," Mr. Dinger said, "Well, I'm sorry Amethyst, but I'm going to have to tell someone what you did. You know that unwarranted sexual harassment of a male teacher is a serious offense worthy of expulsion, right?"

Amethyst nodded, now feeling sick to her stomach. What the hell was she thinking, flashing a male teacher? Why would she risk her academic career like that?

"Please don't tell anyone!" Amethyst begged desperately, "I don't know what I was thinking! It'll never happen again, I promise!"

"As truthful as you think you're being, I don't know if I can believe that," he said sadly, "After all, you looked like you really enjoyed showing your, quote, 'hairy little pussy' to me. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to see how wet exposing yourself to me made you, even under all that pubic hair?"

"Alright, yeah, that was dumb of me," Amethyst admitted, unable to tell her accuser anything else, "But really, it was a one time thing! I'll never do it again!"

"That doesn't change that fact that you already did it once," Mr. Dinger countered, "And we have a zero tolerance policy for that sort of behavior here."

"Please, I'll do anything!" Amethyst said, "Just don't tell anyone!"

This caught the teacher's attention, and Amethyst couldn't help but feel like he was waiting for her to say that.

"Do you literally mean that, Ms. Gemstone?"

"Yes, I do!" she quickly replied. And in her heart, she knew it was true: she would literally do whatever he asked her to if it meant he wouldn't tell anyone about this incident.

Mr. Dinger smiled, "Well then, here's what I want you to do..."